Before I could protest his mouth and hands were again all over me and my clothes were thrown to the floor. He flipped me onto my stomach and told me t... hold onto the iron bed frame. He then lifted my ass up by the hips to meet his waiting cock. He slowly and gently found his way into my wanting wet pussy. We playfully fucked each other senseless, laughing and changing positions a few times. We sprawled out on his bed glistening in post coital sweat sharing his cigarette. After his morning wake. I placed my hands on top of hers, as she covered her c-cup sized breasts.“Relax,” I instructed.I gently massaged her breasts, working my hands up to her shoulders, her neck and then back to her exposed breasts, as she stretched out her arms over her head.I placed my hands on her ribs and squeezed. She jumped and squirmed.“Ticklish?” I asked.“Yes,” she replied.I lowered my head and kissed her stomach, just above her navel, as I moved my hands back to her breasts.“Behave,” she whispered.“I. ”“Am I a whore, Daniel?” she asked as they lay, naked bodies entwined.“If you are, you’re my whore. I love you mother and I want you and only you. (he now used “Mom,” “mother” and “Gwen” interchangeably).“But do I want you too much. Am I just making a whore of myself?”“Of course not. You are one very sexy lady ... the sexiest! You satisfy me to the point of exhaustion, yet I keep coming back for more. If that’s being a whore, then I like being in love with a whore.”And with that his fingers. ." Part Two, of my demand: Nobody but me goes anywhere near Dyan without me knowing about it ahead of time: Understood!?!"***Nathan "Kilgate and his son watched Jeanni Lamphear (she was worth watching, too, even in those big baggy pants and flannel shirt) as she headed for their gate, eating a peanut-butter-and-jam sandwich, and drinking some Snapple. "For somebody who's a Show Business veteran, she doesn't make many demands." She's enough of a veteran to know she's got a weak hand," Ben said..