I can't even bring my girlfriends over as I could never be sure he wouldn't make a mess on one of them." "I don't understand it," I said. "All I di... was simply touch it!" "That's all it takes... what a tragedy. A beautiful cock gone to hell. I can't ride it; I can't even torment it. What a bunch of bullshit... You know, my sister has a slave that has terrific staying power. He's in control of his balls and goes for weeks before he is allowed an orgasm. He doesn't cheat, either. He. As always, my woman's Neapolitan heritage showed up in her cooking. Early on in our relationship, I tried to be somewhat egalitarian in the kitchen sense, helping out and so forth. Desiree soon disabused me of such rubbish, as she thought of it. In her mind, it was her second most sacred duty to fill my belly, superseded only by a woman's proper service to a man in the bedroom. I suppose that not all Old World traditions die out, even in a modern American female. As liberated as she was in some. .it’s so... oh!” Her body relaxed and she let her legs fall back on the bed. I withdrew carefully and moved up by her head. She eagerly turned her head and pulled my wet cock to her open mouth. Sucking her own juices as she pumped her mouth on me, she moaned with my cock in her mouth and I nearly lost control. I pulled away from her and moved back down between her legs. I hooked my arms under her legs, fastened my mouth to her sex and rolled us over until I was on my back. She bent her legs as. Her mother's afraid that you might have done something to her, so she sent me here to find out anything I could." Tom looked sheepish and miserable all at the same time. I felt sorry for him in one way, but pissed too that he hadn't told his wife that I wouldn't harm Ellen."Tom, I left here the night before she went over to your place. I haven't seen or heard from her since I left. If I do hear from her, I'll let you know, and I'd appreciate it if you did the same for me. Tell your wife that I.