.. And after him I met one loser after another ... I did my best to raise my little boy well, but he spent more time with my mother than he spent with...me ... Then a couple of years ago I thought I had met Mr Right ... There was only two problems with him ... One, he was an American and he didn’t want to live in England ... Two, he wanted a wife, not a wife and child ... I think I made the worst decision a woman can ever make ... I left my little boy with my mum and I went off to live with him. Elaine shrieked as she started to pee over me. I said that this was perfect and I could see her relax. Her fluids spurted up and down me as my fingers worked deeply in and out - each stroke sending her urine up onto my white shirt and down onto my suit.I pulled my fingers out and piss flowed from her. I knelt between her open legs and licked every last drop of Elaine's fluids. She tasted of pent-up sex. Her red painted fingernails worked her clit as I tasted her and I stood up jerkily as she. Granted, V1 thought of all three as cute young girls. But Donna, the youngest, was eleven years older than V3. Add four more years for Sophie, and ten more to that for Nanette. Yes, for those who are slow with math, that makes them 28, 32, and 42. And for some reason or another, these three remarkable women had also fallen in love with a seventeen-year-old boy. And eight fifteen-to-twenty-year-old girls.I understood the girl love better than I understood why they loved me. After Nanette’s. She lay there, her arms outstretched above her head, her whole body open to me, totally giving herself to me to do with as I pleased — and I loved her for it. Grace brought her hands down and gripped my buttocks. ‘I want you to cum inside me.I want to feel your juice spurting into me.’ So saying, she started to urge me to move faster, pulling herself onto me with her arms, lifting her pussy to meet my thrusts. I hardly needed the encouragement, I now wanted to cum too. I thrust harder and.