Why did I even care so much about what she was thinking, and feeling? Wasn’t it enough that she was here?‘Jessica, are you…happy? Wi...h what we’ve been doing?’ I asked.‘Yes.’ she said quickly.I fought back a smile. She was so certain, her answer coming with no hesitation. I reached over to her and began to stroke her hair again, and she leaned into my hand.‘Being touched by me…’ I said, slowly curling my fingers around her hair.She. I was arching up to meet his thrusts.“Marc, you have to understand how naïve I was back then…I had absolutely no knowledge about how a penis worked…I had never even heard about morning erections…So when Gary talked about his ‘morning wood’, I was confused and intrigued. I wanted to know more. I remember saying, ‘you’re kidding me. You wake up with a boner like that every morning? And you named your penis ‘George’?’ I asked with honest curiosity. ‘How do you guys deal with those things, anyway?. You will call me Mama Nora my little sweet-meat.”The slap stung his face and he realized that she was not messing around. At this point, there was very little he could do about it except to apologize, “I’m sorry Mama Nora…”Nora placed her 40D flesh weapons back into his lap and continued to slowly manipulate his manhood through his pants."Feels good, doesn't it baby? Do you dream of Tess letting you fuck her tiny little tits? Girls with little tits have big nipples don't they? Do you fantasize. Have some fun.’ Both women looked at each other and giggled. ‘Oh, we will.’ Five weeks later they flew out of Heathrow, landing at Schipol after a smooth flight. A pre-booked (and inclusive) taxi dodged through the Amsterdam traffic, weaving through narrow streets until it arrived at the hotel a short distance from Centraal Station in the centre of the city. They were staying at the Holiday Inn Crowne Plaza. ‘A lively and tastefully decorated hotel.’ Kate quoted from the holiday brochure. ‘The.