It... it wasn't only him it... it was me too... "There was no talking to him. He rushed past her and started down the stairs as Sarah screamed behind ...im, "John-boy no! Don't... "She heard the front door slam and she fell upon the bed, crying.Part FourWhen Johnny returned to the house an hour later, Sarah was downstairs, fully dressed, in the living room. He came in slamming the door behind him. He looked at his sister who had stood upon his arrival. She could see that the rage still was. He justaccepts mom's choices, at least until now. I have been questioningwhether I should talk about this subject or just keep on surfing on thegood wave. But I am so curious of what is going on in Jack's head. Icouldn't help myself and decided to bring up the topic in thebreastfeeding cuddle time.While Jack was still sucking, he held both his manicured hands around mybreast. He had his eyes closed. While the nipple still was in hismouth, I told him that his pink nails were so nice and that. I took him home, and saw him again a couple weeks later again, and it was more of the same. Then I didn't contact him for about a year. I didn't think he'd see me because I just broke it off before, but he was glad to hear from me. This time I had him spend the night with me. I still had to go pick him up, though. He just doesn't need a car. City k**s...I told him that I was a bit surprised that he wanted to get together with an old guy like me, music notwithstanding, since I hadn't called in a. A few seconds later he was naked. He found a condom in a drawer under the bed. Holding it out to me I slipped it down over his erect cock.He spread my legs and entered me in one hard thrust. His cock wasn't longer than my husband's but it was thicker and he fucked with much harder thrusts than my husband. I got a real lesson on the difference between making love and being fucked. Henry fucked me hard as the slut I really am deep inside. He didn't care a shit about how I wanted him to do it for.