I think in some way I thought I was competing with my mother.After awhile his thrusts grew less vigorous. He put his arms around me and pulled me clos.... I rested my spent body on his chest, both of us breathing hard. As we lay there I could feel his penis shrinking inside me, until it finally dropped out. As I lay my head on my shoulder he said to me softly, "Damn, baby, that was good. That was so damn good! I've wanted you for so long now..." And I've wanted you, too. It's too bad it took so. "I have names and lists of families of everyone involved. Their husbands deserve more than believing their wives are coming home faithful, when they are out spreading their legs more often than a two dollar whore on nickel night for you. I expect you to insure that all of this happens or I will consider this your way of saying go screw yourself and I will take appropriate action."I doubt Jack or his friends would appreciate knowing they went down because you refused to make your whores come. “I’ve been curious about something”, Phil asked. ”You might think I’m weird for asking, but since men want to know how their cock feels to a woman compared to other men, I want to know, how does my pussy feel compared to your wife’s?” “Wow baby. You’re right. I’ve never been asked that before by a woman, how another woman feels, but since you ask, I’ll tell you since you have compared my cock to Phil’s. Your pussy is tighter than hers. That might be because I haven’t as yet spent as much time. So there is no sex. Try one of my other stories. This story is the fictional product of my (and Milo’s?) imagination. Any resemblance to people, dead or alive, is purely coincidental. ***** Milo Milo O’Connor was the eighth child of Sean and Mary O’Connor. They always thought it lucky he was born on Christmas day, even though he was premature and underweight. They were a devout protestant family living in Belfast. Sean was purchasing officer at the shipyard. It was not unknown for crates of.