"ORRR-" I paused, the assault in my vagina slowed."Or what Mommy?" Or you could, um, make me your slave faster by- NO." I pretended to stop. "I can't ...ay it..." Tell me Mommy. How can I make you my slave?" Race's fucking stabilized. His pounding cock fell heavily into me, to punish me? It's firm length hit my cervix. The last time he did that he was about to explode. That. Mustn't. Happen."Ow! Oww!" I cried. "Not that!" I threw my head back and wailed. "You were right! You were right! It's your. (Hope I make it there.)I’ll tell you a little more of my mom so you know why I have those loving thoughts of our time together.We were Florida farmers or if you were in Texas we would have been ranchers. Our farm had acreage that was used for strawberries and then when all the berries were gone, the fields and rows were replanted with broccoli and tomatoes.That was just the big rotating garden plots that we sold the produce to the big grocery companies. This area covered about a hundred acres.. She moved upward from there to his nicely toned upper body clad in a T-shirt, and then to his face. Gorgeous smile, messily spiked hair, piercing blue eyes what more could a girl want? She walked into his house and instantly loved it. The walls were covered with an interesting collage of artwork, and the furnishings were tasteful. Phoenix detected a feminine touch. Was there a girlfriend somewhere in this equation? A fiancé? A wife? No, no wife… no ring. As they sat down to dinner, Phoenix. ..sees her feet, or whatever?" Well," Dr. Mason replied, "if you are looking for the clinical reasonthere is a prevailing theory among psychologists that when you're in ahigh state of sexual arousal, your disgust impulse weakens. And so thethings you'd normally find repulsive, like feet, or spit, or feces maynot seem so gross. It's almost like a heightened state of arousal changesyour perception of the world, and that changed perception might lead youto incorporate different things into your.