Which way are you going?Me: “That does not really matter, I would be honoured to drop your to your home and participate in the little help towards m... country” and I smiled a bitBut to my surprise she just started looking the other side, and in a few seconds I could feel her weep.I was not sure what the matter was, so I thought it best to park by the side and looked at her side with all the concerns, and said.” I am not sure what the matter is, but I would please request you to calm down and. He could feel the rush that meant orgasm wasn’t far away rolling up his body. She hissed and raked her nails down his chest, shuddering like a leaf in a tornado, and whimpered out, “Master, may I cum, please, may I cum, Master, please?” Her words were a rush, a garbled semblance of a sentence, thick with the emotions and sensations she was feeling. “Yes, baby, you can cum…cum for Master, baby. Let me see and feel your pleasure,” he replied, smacking her ass again. His balls were collapsing. It`s a mom game as well. Many of you guys like when I talk about my mom. I do too. I love her so much; Her and her body. I can spend hours on her; literally on her. Licking and eating her out. Her big tits, her sensual mouth, her smooth ass and the best pussy ever. Just by writing about her, I get horny. And it doesn`t help that my hand is on my bare pussy. And yeah, for those who are still wondering, I do write my stories at home, which means that I`m naked while writing them. Also when I. " I see HE hadn't read any Homer Vargas stories." No, and he'd have freaked to know I was reading that kind of 'trash.' He was so conservative; he would never do me anyway but 'lights-out missionary.' I only put up with it because he was intelligent, handsome as sin, had a monster cock, and he could make me come more times flat of my back during a quick slam-bam than most men could with a good half-hour doggy fuck. He was one of the best of the eighteen to twenty-five year old studs I'd been.