My problem was that I knew what was going to happen and could not explain how I knew. This time around, the United States was much stronger and the Ru...sians might not back down as they had the first time. That was my reoccurring fear. If I made the west very strong, then Russia was going to see its own doom that much quicker and possibly attack. They were very twitchy already and had stepped up their attempts to solicit friends in Central America rather than in Africa like they once did.Aid was. “Well, your daddy is not my son. Now stop complaining and let me sit on your dick. My pussy is already dripping wet and I need you inside me.” Mom replied.Mom sits on my dick in the reverse cowgirl position and starts riding me moving her hips up and down.“Ahhh…. Oh god son, your dick feels so good in me, so hard and deep. If only I can tell my girlfriends about you, they would be so jealous of me. Ahhh… You know, they haven’t had a dick in them for months now. Ahhh… Their husbands are always. Right before I started high school I broke my hand at school. I didn't know it was broken, I had thought I had just sprained my hand. When I came home I asked Samantha to look at it. While she examined my hand, I could see down the front of her scrub top. She was wearing a neon pink lace bra. I could feel my cock stiffening, until she applied pressure on my hand and the pain brought me back to reality.When I was 17 Mrs. Michaels and her husband got divorced. There were a lot of stories going. "Not while I'm alive he isn't." Vicky said with conviction looking at me. "I don't have much hair down there and he can shave my pussy if he wants, but that's it. He's strictly a two pussy man, yours and mine Jen." I think next time I'm down there I'm going to try and lick off that little bit of peach fuzz you have growing between your legs." I said squeezing Vicky's cute little butt with my hands."Promises, promises." Vicky responded climbing down and then taking a sip of her coffee."This.