If not, he understands it's your choice."I wrote down the number then hung up and just stared at the TV. Ruben, my son. It was one of the parts of the...divorce and the jail sentence I hated: that I couldn't see my own son. I know it was my choice, but I didn't feel I had any other. He couldn't see his father stuck in a prison. Not a chance! I had caused him and his mother enough grief with my actions. He didn't need to remember me as a con.When I made the decision to cut all ties, it was for two. He began to moan as I took my breasts and rubbed his cock between them. My moving up and down the shaft with my rack was driving him crazy. His groaning told me that he was loving every moment of it. All of this attention that his manhood was receiving, Stewart had his pre-cum begin to drip out of his erect penis. Now, it was time to get down to the business at hand.To really give him a thrill, I started out sucking his balls. At first, I got one in my mouth and then the pair. My tongue. I cannot hold it any longer. I have to release my cum. I have to shot in you. Here it comes… Yes! Fuck! Fuck! I am cuummiinngg!! Can you feel it?” said Lanny.“Fuck me, Lanny. Give me all your cum. Fill my ass, Lanny. Give me your fuck stuff. Baby go deep in my ass. Fuck. Your dick is pulsating in my ass. Yes!”I could feel Lanny tightening up his cheeks as his hips were jerking as his dick pumped his load. All I heard was grunting like an animal.Lanny was holding tight on my hips and pulling me. "I smiled and tilted my head to the left. She took several pictures ofme.Then Alex said "Wow Michael! But you look so like a woman! If itwasn't for your voice I would never have known! Leanne really did a jobon you!"I couldn't believe how quickly Alex had seen through me. Although Iknew Alex was meaning to compliment me it felt more like she wascomplimenting Leanne. Like Leanne was the artist and I was the canvas.The only thing I was responsible for, my voice, didn't pass muster."So,.