She was living under my roof and I'd be her sexual instructor while she lived with me. I'd told Jessica when she came to me that afternoon with her ne...d for a place to stay that I would expect to be paid for her being with me, but I'm not sure she fully understood what sort of "payment" I was going to expect.Earlier I'd made it clear to my sexy young niece that I wanted my cock sucked and she finally had given me what I wanted. Then, I'd eaten her pussy until she came, and then I stood there. I wish my son could be here with me to lick my asshole. After making myself cum in my son’s bed, I called him. “Hey, Mom,” he said. “You are in class?” I asked. “No, at the stadium practicing,” he told me. My son was in the college’s soccer team. “Ok,” I replied. “What happened?” he asked. “Nothing, keep practicing. See you in the evening,” I said. “Ok, Mom,” he replied. “And…” I said. “Yes, Mom,” he asked. “We are out of… condoms,” I said a little slow. “Oh! Umm… okay,” that’s all. Then I want you to usethe shower cr?me and wash yourself very thoroughly all over. Now go"David trudged reluctantly towards the shower room indicated. Once insidehe found the hair remover and started to apply it to his body. He workeddiligently until every inch of his skin below his neck was obscured by athin coating of this new method of torture. Making sure that he hadn'tmissed a spot he stood self-consciously and waited. After a few minuteshe began to feel a tingling sensation almost as if a. ’ ‘The gynecologist says no. It’s not actually the scar that’s the problem – the rest of me could stretch enough to overcome that. It’s that there’s a nerve or something trapped in the scar. Any stretch, and it causes searing pain. More surgery risks damaging the nerve further causing constant pain instead of just with sex.’ ‘So this is why? You were going to dump me because of this?’ ‘Listen. I know that seems silly, but…I don’t want to go through life with a partner I can’t have sex with. You.