My psychologist says that I have a "self-loathing" issue and that may be so, but I don't really care what he says. It fills a deep down need in me. I ...nly have sex once a year, on Thanksgiving Day, and always with some drunken smelly guy who probably won't even remember who he had sex with by morning. He might not even realize that he had sex at all. But I would know, and I always made sure that they orgasmed and I always rubbed their spunk all over my tits and lick it from my fingers.. "Hi, hope I'm not too early." When she saw Tommy she started giggling and said "Like your hat, Tommy!" Tommy's face went scarlet. Beverly went back to the kitchen and Linda sat on a chair looking at Tommy. God, this was turning out to be fun! There was another knock on the door and Linda opened it. This time it was Tina and Ellen together. They saw Tommy kneeling there and started giggling all over again.Beverly said that dinner wouldn't be ready for another fifteen minutes and suggested that. Dad didn’t get along with Mom’s family. We did visit twice a year when I was little. When my sister started complaining about having to go to Victoria, we stopped coming.The only thing I could think of is if it was Mom that convinced Gran to quit smoking, and she did it this year. Not smoking could have prolonged her life. By sticking Mom in jail, I killed Gran.Watching Gran suffer for years caused Grandpa to stop smoking. He saw how painful the last years of her life were and didn’t want to. You're kissing my neck, caressing my nipple and gently grinding at my back. I arch my back and bend my knees and suddenly your cock is in just the right place. You've slid into me before you know it and it feels fucking good. I moan at the feeling of you, so rigid, pushing inside me. It's just what I needed, wanted, imagined.I push my ass back and you begin to slowly screw me. Long leisurely thrusts, our breathing in time with the movements.Fuck, I want you so much right now.I love the feeling.