He is pounding Marsha, imagining Kurt fucking her.Marsha grabs his ass and pulls him tight against her pussy, "That's it, fuck me hard. Fuck me deeper..."They each have intense climaxes.They wind down off their high and Marsha and says with a post-coital laugh, “God, honey, that was great.”“Fuck it was. I can’t wait to have sex after you show off in your bikini.”“MMmm...If that’s the kind of reaction I can expect, I’ll make sure he gets to see a lot of skin.”They talk about Kurt and Barbara and. I know. Kyle will be your son. And you are the light of my life. Kyle will be my son too. Maybe not in genes, but spiritually, where it really matters..." But... But he'll be a slave!" Oh, it's even worse Jim, I know. His morals will be shaped by the WFM. He'll be a lone reasoning boy on a planet of women who will have no respect for him. And the WFM will teach him, teach him not to respect himself, respect his own goodness... But I also think... I also hope his adult life will be full of love. We started at the night so we can get a dark place we had dinner on the way and it was almost 11 and we are searching for place to have sex. Suddenly we saw a women waving for lift and we thought she was in trouble and we decided to give her lift and we stopped near her and I rolled down the window and asked where are you going she said 3000 for a night and then I realized she was a call girl and I moved the car but jaya asked me to stop the car and told to hire her and I was surprised and she. I don’t want to be without you. The colour of the paint on the walls doesn’t seem quite so white anymore. Shadows seem to overcome the unit. The floor. The roof. The chair I am resting on. The coffee table, made of wood, covered in TV guides, a magazine, a thick glass ashtray, my tobacco pouch, Zippo lighter, and coffee mug. I see your photo. My eyes are suddenly moist. I’m not crying… I must have something irritating my eyes. I think about you. Your naked flesh. How smooth it is. It’s taste..