.. talk about a release of tensions, don’t you think? Why else is make-up sex the best feature of the serious romance, to paraphrase George Costanza... I hope that whenever I’ve angered you, you’ll raw-dog me within an inch of my life, plow my holes, bend me over, spank me, and ravage my body as a slut like me deserves. No, honey, there’s no need to fear that I’ll ever cut you off, for any reason at all.“My body, my flesh, all of us ... belongs to you. Forever. Without conditions, rules,. They are Ken and Clarice (last name withheld). He is a very nice young man of twenty-two but still has some maturing to do and as you know I have always dated younger men.The funny thing is that way back about six years ago, I met Kevin in this new phase for the first time when he came with his parents to our house party. We had known Ken and Clarice for almost twenty years but this time is when things would change. Kevin and his parents came over for a celebration of a successful business deal. Then she said, "I think you liked that." "Sure did Tina. You're the best." That made her feel good. She gave me a big smile and kissed the tip of my softening cock. "Now finger fuck me and suck my tits till you get hard again." "That is exactly what I had in mind you sweet little slut." "Don't call me that." Tina said. She was very wet now and I didn't have any trouble getting three fingers deep up into her pussy. I sucked hard on one nipple and then the other. I wanted to get her off. The only child of Meryta and Sam Klasley. He started working at the early age of ten, cutting lawn's for neighbors. He bought his first computer at twelve, and worked hard to learn all he could.His parents died when he was seventeen, and by then he was working for a small programing firm. He had lived a hard life working for thirty seven year, slaving to keep a roof over his head, and food on his table. He had been a data programer for twenty eight of those years, before the company he worked.