.. Now it came to the pictures of Johnny and his boner. I started kissing his neck as I loved seeing them. The last picture…showing his cum in mid a...r…got to me again. Down went my hand into his pajama’s He was rock hard. I pulled the elastic over it and began to stroke him. I had to do something I wanted real bad. I moved to the side and slowly bent my head down. I had to suck on it. He squirmed as I jacked it. My mouth was open and on my way to suck on him, when…he shot and moaned. ….I felt. He always seemed to know just when to offer suggestions, and when I just needed someone to listen. His girlfriend was just as jealous and controlling as my husband, so we could talk about a lot of things from a “been there, done that” perspective that a lot of people simply wouldn’t understand. When he did offer advise, it was from a genuine caring and simple logic that put things into perspective for me many times. If that didn’t make me feel better, he also had a warped sense of humor that. Strong hands traced along her neck and across her shoulders. She could feel their heat through the robe. Kim's eyes slowly opened. Only the flickering glow of the television screen lit the room. Her loyal Hussar knelt before her. "Sergeant Richard Gillespie, at your service Miss." The words made Kim's heart flutter and her head spin in disbelief.He stood before her, tall, straight, and powerful. The light from the television reflected from the silver buttons on his tunic. Kim reached for her. But lots of girls my age, they’ve been having sex since they were twelve...”“And you, my precious daughter?”“I will NEVER have sex outside a committed relationship,” I said. Unsaid is that I’m IN a committed relationship right now.“That’s a difficult line to put in your life, baby...”“I know, Mom, but it IS a line. Marta,” I said, naming a daughter of one of her friends, “Has something that they’re having trouble getting rid of. Some kind of super-bug. Deena ain’t risking that.”“I worry about.