She moaned with delight and then went over and kissed her lips which she held firm. I told her to relax and let her lips soften and to move them with ...y lips. I eased my tongue into her mouth and then pulled away from her, telling her to use her tongue too. It didn't taken long before she was really into to it and her breathing became more rapid.I moved my hand down between her parted legs, feeling for her clit, which was small but was hard and erect. Tweeking between my fingers making her. I love old men and I love hairy ones! I consider it an honor to pleasure them, what turns me on the most, what satisfies me is when an old man says I satisfied him, that I made him happy. I've been with dozens of old men and all have enjoyed being with me.I've been with B many times before, in the end he sucks my cock and swallows all my tons of cum, then we cuddle and spoon the rest of the night. On some occasions he tries to fuck my ass, but never seems to get hard enough to be able to force. It was telempathy. Is that a word? If it wasn’t, it is now. They were projecting their emotions onto me. It’s a possible theory anyway. My theory is: these things, these fetuses, these future people, have no consciousness or at least no conscious thought. All they can do is feel, am I right? Perhaps they are conscious in the womb, almost certainly are, otherwise why the kicking deal? But what could they think? They have no language. They are in this warm wet place, hearing garbled noises. " "So, whattaya say? You'll eat your first course tonight? Youdon't have to swallow the cotton, just suck everything out of it. But I mean everything. You get those tampons nice and clean, thenmaybe you get something halfway decent to eat. Not what you like,not a steak or a pizza, but what I want you to eat! Fixed my way! And you'll eat it!" Now she leans on the door, feeling pretty sure of herself. "You don't get those tampons clean, you want to stay here, keepliving here, your.