I started through and into the kitchen and she stood and followed. I started to pull out a couple of rations and glanced at her, “why are you naked?...��She began to help me as I opened the rations, “it is hot and humid and naked felt better.”I grinned as I pushed the rations into the heater, “that is going to tempt me to fuck you.”She kissed my cheek, “I like it from behind the best but on my back is good too.”I looked at her and nodded, “from behind it is.”We ate and I checked the weather sats. She was 23 and in her prime, had a smile that could blare light through silent darkness, and she fucked like a wild a****l. I could still taste her on my lips as we sat down for dinner that night. Her younger sister must have been able to sense the strength of my simmering sexuality. Her mom was a 5-star chef. I remember telling them about my band's tour when her sister gave me this look. Head tilted downwards, her deep green eyes glaring up at me. Her arms were at her sides, palms on the. Her hair fell past her shoulders, and she brushed some of it behind her ear when she spoke again. "Mr. Fuller, I wanted to thank you for the lesson today." She said warmly."Oh, of course." Ron replied. He was surprised a student was actually talking to him, and to show gratitude for once rather than argue about a grade."I thought the stuff about Edison was especially interesting. You really bring it all to life so well!" She had a blue backpack slung over one shoulder and was holding the. It had a nipple to suck, too, and it was a place that would make my sexy parts feel so, so good. My family had breasts and special places, too, and they were like Mommy. They would make me feel good, and I would make them feel good, and we loved each other more than anything but Mommy, who loved us most of all.Mommy’s voice and warmth and love and breasts and special place were my world. I would do anything for Mommy. I would make Mommy feel so good, make her so happy. I would make babies for.