I still had to control my crying to the point that I could say “Thank you Billy, could I have another?” after every whack!I had of course to bear...down hard to make poo poo under these unbelievably humiliating conditions so of course I let go with a number of farts, some big some small, but I just couldn’t make any poo poo any other way. And I have to say that sucking on those little boys cocks with my poo poo all over them was the most disgusting thing I ever had to do in my life. But as. I dream of a daughter and a son playing outside with him, chasing them through the garden and playing hide and seek. I long to lay on his chest at the end of the day just to hear his heart beating and find that the rhythm of my own beat is synchronised with his. I want to wake up every morning next to him and breathe in his scent as I hug myself against his back, to wake him with soft kisses on his shoulder and up his neck before making him mine in the most intimate of ways. Thinking of taking. Is he really different? I’m sure he’s not trying to use me for sex. He really wants to please me, to make me feel good, to share the passion he has for me. Even if I end it now he will still want to be my friend if I let him.She sensed he would do anything she wanted to give her pleasure, even if it was only for a little while. He wanted her to have multiple orgasms every time they made love, something her ex never did. It was not just about him getting off, he wanted her to feel the same. She looks at the computer screen in front of her as she feels for her phone, glancing at the phone screen, her concentration moves to from her work and a smile covers her face. her whole body tingles as she reads the message, slightly twisting in her chair, her pussy pumps slightly and juices run into every crevice in her cunt.She smiles as she reads and her nipples tingle, her breasts swell a little as she is turned on by the message she reads on, her prominent nipples push through her.