Heck, to be honest I didn’t want my lover to touch me in that way at all, so I figured pretending to be asleep was a good option. I sensed someone s...anding near my bed, so close if I’d moved my arm I could have touched them. Fingertips touched first my forehead and then my cheek in a feather-soft caress. A man sighed and my heart skipped a beat as I recognised the voice. ‘Sleep well dear-one. I wish we’d had more time. Even a little time alone.’ Warm breath sighed on my forehead. His beard. She was rubbing her clit now, searching desperately for another orgasm.“If I post it to the internet, your son might see,” I said. “Does that turn you on?”“He should see his Mommy’s pussy. It’s what gave him life.” Melissa moaned. “I might have an i****t fetish too. The idea of Jakey seeing his Mommy like this, all wet and wanton, a total fucking whore, it gets me off, Nate. It gets me off. Am I a whore?”“Yes!” I growled, slamming her harder. “You’re a whore. You’re a whore and your son should. Harry, Stefan und Karl saßen im Aufenthaltsraum und besprachen ihren Plan, dem Knast auf Wiedersehen zu sagen. Alle drei hatten langjährige Haftstrafen abzusitzen und ihr Benehmen war nicht dazu angetan, vorzeitig auf Bewährung freizukommen.Stefano, ein kräftiger, schwarzhaariger Mann von 26 Jahren, 1,90 groß, mußte noch 8 Jahre wegen räuberischer Erpressung und Bandenkriminalität absitzen. Er hatte versucht einen Spediteur zu erpressen. Daneben hatte er mit seinen Komplizen, die wie er. "No, no...I'm not--I'm trying--"?I sighed. "No, once again, I invite you over here, hoping that I can perhaps make love to you, as a responsible, mature man, but you always disappoint--"?Of course Emmet brightens at the "make love" part, but then shrinks back as I grab his shoulder, dragging him out of the bathroom.?And it's off to the Woodshed! ?"Take off your pants and underpants." I ordered. But as he whined and begged, I slapped him roundly, and ordered that he strip to the buff, before.