As I like to say, I wear the pants.In my relationship with Jack, it is different. He is the head of thefirm, the most senior partner. He dominates the...decisions in ouroffice and his relationship with me. He wears the pants. As you saw,he is still a very masculine man and quite endowed. I find sex withhim exciting, stimulating, and erotic. He fulfills needs in me thatfew can. That doesn't mean I love him, as I do you. You have givenyourself to me in a way that no other man has; in a way that I. Her green eyes were a vivid contrast to her hair but not to her outfit. Dressed in a white blouse, a peach pantsuit, and cream colored pumps, she had her hands clasped in her lap, her legs crossed at the ankles. As I approached, she turned to me and smiled politely. “Hello,” she said, as though she knew me. “Are you alright, Ma’am?” I asked. She appeared to be near forty, but her face was without wrinkles or worry. She was slim but the fit of her pants hinted at well-toned legs. “Yes, thank. So, there he was, his cock pointing straight up toward the ceiling for the whole world and his mom to see.Diane was shocked at her reaction to the sight of her naked son and his eight inch cock. Her cunt juices were flowing freely into her sweaty panties. She decided to hurry up and get the hell out of there and feverishly began collecting the clothes hamper and the few items laying on the floor. The only problem was that there were a couple of things on the floor right beside where her son was. ”, said Mom, quickly walking towards the back again.“Okay, Mom,”, I replied, “I think I’m going to take my shower.”She nodded at me as she headed into the back. Once she had lowered herself below the tops of the acceleration chairs, I leaned down to whisper to Tiff.“When she falls asleep, come join me.”Her breath caught for a minute and her eyes widened as she nodded once, quickly. She stood up, took one of the portable game boards, and somewhat awkwardly walked over to the row of.