If I fed them, they'd clamber all over me, flap about and peck at my thoughts, and if I kick out at them, they'd reappear under my feet trying to trip...me up. My parents separated when I was ten. My mum confessing to a lover and a drink problem. Soon after that she headed south to Memphis, leaving me and dad in the Capital city. My father, all indignant and pious fought her in the court and won. Although a couple of years later I'm sure he regretted his victory. I was the reward and not a. I was pulsing all over and adrenaline coursed through me. I was having something like a fight or flight moment, but different. It was the same thrill I get when I am leading a stranger to a place I intend to fuck him, or when I pull my skirt up so he can fuck me in public, or…well anyway, I was on fire. “You like watching me with your mom?” Karl asked in an even and calming tone. I didn’t answer, and then everything becomes a bit of a blur until he began fucking me. I really don’t remember. I watch her walk and me cock gets hard. I see her bend over at a filing cabinet and I get hard. I think about her on the way home from work and I get hard. I fantasize about have sex with her; I make a list all the things I want to do with her (facial, anal, vaginal, titty fuck, watch her masturbate, have her watch me masturbate, etc) and assign a point value of 1-10 on how much I want to do it. I then total up the points and compare the point total to other women that I masturbate to and she. Elena's stomach was almost flat, curved at the edges to give it a definite femininity.Her body was totally perfect, and Paul now had an erectionthatwas enough to make him test the rope that bound his hands to see if he could get free.Joanna leaned forward slowly until her lips met Paul's.Herswerethin, soft and delicate, while his were fuller and slightly rougher.They kissed and Paul felt like he was melting into her, his heart fluttering astheir lips brushed and softly slid over each other.