That’s also just a fact. It transcends reason. I think we all bear our scars, some seen and some invisible. You have yours, I have mine. Somehow, wh...n we are together, mine don’t seem so deep or important. I think it’s the transformational power of how I feel, and that’s a fact too. I remember saying to you once, ‘What does one do about gravity, it’s just a fact.’ The only reasonable answer: one weaves facts like the how I love you into the fabric of a life, even though true love is, by. So she fixed me supper then we went upstairs we started our night in the shower together we she sucked my cock and we played there as we washed I love when my sucks me it makes me so hot. From the shower we went to the bedroom I had taken a movie with us to watch a x rated of course cause I was told to bring a good one It was wonderful as we watched the vid she had her hands on me and loved playing with me and her pussy till she could not take it anymore We were not even half way through it and. I pulled off my shirt, leaving my bra on. I reached under one cup to give my nipple a quick pinch (I'm a sucker for a small pinch or two) then slid my hands down to my waist. I slowly unbuttoned my jeans, and pulled down the zipper. With my thumps in my waist, I slid down my jeans and thong together. I tiny string of my juices pulled out with my thong, causing me to involuntarily let out a small moan. I was so horny I just left them bunched around my ankles. My right hand traced its way from my. I’m talking big money. You’ll be able to buy whatever you want. You’ll see.” Mark made us both pancakes, coffee, and bacon. We sat and ate our breakfast. I could feel the come dripping into my panties while we ate. I was getting a little sick thinking about what he had agreed for me to do. “How’s the breakfast?” “It’s really great, Mark.” We continued to eat and then Mark cleaned the dishes. “How about I lick that pussy now. I can smell it all the way over here. I bet your panties are.