I know, it's bad the analogy, but it comes close.Beyond the fact that she is extremely beautiful, what I feel for her is much deeper, goes beyond the ...exual desire, goes beyond wanting to possess her, to own her body, what I want and need is to possess her soul, I think that she still loves me as a mother to her son, but my dream is that I need her to love me like a woman loves her man.I'm in love with her and I need for her to love me too, because mother is the reason there is no longer a. It was almost too much, picturing her sucking him. His hand pumped his dick hard, trying to keep his strokes slow and controlled, but his hips were moving, thrusting eagerly, and he could feel his balls pulling up, eager to dump a load down her throat. He groaned, and pictured her, opening her mouth, and he would push his dick in deep, and she would eagerly take him just like that. She’d part her legs, working her fingers between them, moaning around him, pleasuring herself as she pleasured. "Fred turned and very quietly walked back down the hall, thinking. He closed the door to his room a little louder than necessary and returned to the kitchen. As he came through the doorway, the women smiled at him as they sat at the table."We've got fresh coffee on. It will be ready in a minute," Jessica said."Uh, thanks, but maybe later," he answered, then turning to Carla, said, "I hate to ask this, but I've got an errand to run and I don't have a vehicle with me. Would you mind if I borrowed. I tear off the vest andblouse. I undo the skirt and let it fall. I kick off the shoes and pulldown the socks. The bra! I reach around to get the clasp. It's hard toget to. I can't reach it. The room spins as I turn and turn trying towill my fingers to touch the bra clasp. I sit on my bed and reach over myshoulders to get to the clasp. It's not within my grasp.How did I get this thing on in the first place?Fuck!I pull off the panties and toss them into the growing pile of girl'sclothes.Now I'm.