You won't be your father's son. You'll never be ahusband. You'll never be a father. From what I understand you are anonly child. You do this, and your...father's line dies with you." Serves him right," Timothy said."To quote one of my daughters, 'that's not very lady-like.'" Let me guess; Hannah, right?" I nodded. "What's that even supposed tomean?" It means that women are all about life. We conceive it; we carry it; webear it; we nurture it. We do not kill what God has given us." I'm not killing. It was a quiet day and after an hour discussing throughput procedures and engineering requirements, we quickly transitioned to a conversation about our sexual endeavors. After a while, I suggested that we go down to the snack bar and continue our conversation. Once there we sipped coffee and I waited until the only other employee present left the room. I started quietly asking a series of carefully selected questions. My questions gently probed the status of his sexual condition and I. “You are beautiful!” I exclaim as I look deeply into her deep dark dazzling big brown eyes seeing almost all the way to her soul.“Harder!” She replies with a cheeky grin, digging her fingers into the cheeks of my bum to urge me on. Rocking her hips she works her mound against me, the friction against her clit increasing the sensation.I drive my cock in and out you with increasing force as she lies beneath me moaning and moving her body in time with mine, rhythmically flexing the walls of her. He picked up the salt shaker from the bar and handed it to me while licking his lips. Then he winked and closed his eyes, leaving it up to me. What should I do? My eyes darted across his face, his torso, his arms, and eventually rested on his neck. I took his chin in my hand, and I saw him trying to surpress a smile, he totally thought I would lick his lips as well. Instead of that I tilted his head just a tiny bit, enough to expose his neck a little better. Standing on my toes I moistened my.