.you want me now, don’t you? Are you moist now as you read my thoughts, my wants? Are they your wants to? Do you long for passion? For tenderness, ...or my lustful masculine touch? My hands on your legs, around your supple waist. My fingers through your moist hair? I'm guessing that you've cum at least once as I felt your body grow rigid and tremble hard...Your hands, once pressing my head downward are now coaxing me to come up for air and you're gently pulling me up and toward you. You're. Maybe the advocates for legalizing prostitution were having a rally I was unaware of.“I look ‘great’ like THAT?” She repeated. “What do you mean― ‘LIKE THAT’? Like WHAT Robert?”I wasn’t sure what to say. Where was all this hostility coming from? Jesus, I thought. I get caught ONE TIME jerking off on the living-room couch and shit hits the fan. You would have thought I’d got caught jumping up and down on her bed with dog shit on my shoes. For fuck sake! I didn’t know what her problem was and it. Please get dressed and come down," She said, smiling."Can I finish watching the match?" I asked her. Wearing only grey boxers, I wasn't even dressed for dinner and was all too comfortable sitting in front of the tv. I was going to persuade her how important it was for me to learn techniques from this match, but as soon as I looked up at her, I lost my voice. My mother was always one to keep in shape, and took great care of herself. But somehow until this point, I had never really paid attention. I figured it only fair if I got to blow my load than she was going blow her!Diana broke in and said “ Ok so if you two weren’t fucking then what hell were you two doing than because let me tell you her facial expression told me she was in enjoying whatever you were doing to her to at the time”Jackie let out soft giggle and said “ tell her babe she’ll get a kick out of it.” I could help from laughing myself “ if you have to know Diana I was thumb fucking her. I first give her my middle finger.