”“Well, some of them do,” I countered. “I have no idea of your religious background but our socio-economic situation is vastly different. That...��s a problem.”“Want half of what I have?” Liz asked.“No!” I said.“I am wealthy,” Liz said with a slight shrug. “You are upper-middle class or lower upper-class. Together, we are financially secure. Individually, we are financially secure. Unless we do something really dumb neither of us – or our children – is going to have worry about money. I’m not. Yes, I love you and I ache for you but I can't do it willingly. Not now. You have do get my past that fear. Do you understand?" There was a strange expression on her face, tears flowing freshly down her face. I attempted to kiss but she twisted her head away until I held it firmly in my hands and kissed. Her lips were tight and impenetrable. I pushed back down onto the bed and ripped open her nightgown; the thin fabric was no great obstacle and her mom's white fleshy tits leapt free. She. One time she brushed over my lap until I was achingly hard, straining against my jeans. I got a hard on back then in 30 seconds. I had to hold my books to cover it. Again I must explain her allure...Alana was a beautiful, slight 5 foot tall sweetheart of a girl with green eyes. She looked like a young Jennifer Connolly.. I couldn't stop thinking about her. She is the reason novels are written, wars are waged, countries trade secrets, etc. What got me when I found out was, she came on to other. ’ I could tell I’d already convinced her, but was having too much fun to stop. ‘You see, Julie,’ I said as I gave her now-dripping pussy a first experimental lick. ‘A wise man once said ‘you don’t ASK for power, you TAKE it!” Another lick, my fingers sliding back into the equation. ‘Imagine how much BETTER this could be if I could do what you and Troy do. If I could bring you to that magical place that you took me and Troy to that night we broke my bed. Don’t you want me to do that to you?’.