You know that.”I’m like, “Do you only watch scenes with two women together?”“No, I watch a man and a woman making love.”“Do you like the...guy to have a small, half-flaccid penis?”He goes, “No, I like big, hard, throbbing cocks.”“Why are you a vegetarian?” I asked him. And it wasn’t even because meat is bad for you.He said that “raising cattle was bad for the planet -- with cow flatulence in the ozone and the clearing of land for the raising of cattle. What are you doing to help the. I clasped her small, but tender breast in my hand, my fingers feeling for her nipple, which was hard and erect. She moaned as I squeezed her breast. She kept moaning to me, “My baby! My baby!” We sat by the computer for a bit, kissing, hugging, touching. We looked so lovingly into one another’s eyes. Nothing needed to be said. Mom stood up, took my hand and let me to the bedroom where we lay comfortably on the big, soft bed. We cuddled up closely, kissing again and again, soft moaning, oohing. "Margaret, Mr. McMillan? What's this about?" Oh, I'm pretty sure you know what this is about, Frank." Margie was doing her best to be civil but I could hear the venom in her voice. "Tommy and I are here to strongly recommend that you keep you're fat nose out of our private affairs."Margie took a seat in front of his desk and I stood at the side with my arms crossed looking down at him and doing my best to appear intimidating. Apparently it was working because he was visibly leaning away from me. I had forgotten all about it. As my family was big I, (by some miracle) was chosen to go with Mrs. Cassie and her family. The younger son was screaming and kicking to sit in the front seat and I ended up in between of the big boobed daughter and the hottest milf alive. As the journey would last at least two hours, the brother and sister had dozed off leaving me and Mrs.Cassie the only passengers awake. I was just thinking of Mrs.Cassie in her bed earlier when I got an instant hard-on. I snapped.