" Aaaah thanks, sexy," I replied warmly, as he blushed at being called sexy, "but I am still successful partly because of my looks and not because of ...cademic prowess like you will be." I hope you are right," he said, letting out a soft sigh that implied he wasn't convinced I was right."Plus," I added, the seduction moving forward at full throttle, "once the girls see your fucking cock you will have to beat them off with a stick." Mom!" Michael replied shocked.Continuing my sexual flattery, I. While they were out, the disk analyzed the outside air, the new inside vacuum, the necessity for the girls to breathe. Unconscious, breathing is controlled by specialized centers in the brainstem, which automatically regulate the rate and depth of breathing depending on the body's needs at any time.It is not possible for a healthy person to voluntarily stop breathing indefinitely. If one does not inhale, the level of carbon dioxide builds up in the blood, and one experiences overwhelming air. You look great in them! Fantastic."I blushed. And my cock twitched. Did he notice? The shame.But wait.Was that a lump I saw in Derek's pants? Was that for me? Talk about terrified.Desperate to get him talking about anyone but me, I asked him why hethought Margie continued wearing stockings after his dear Andrea died.Derek smiled. "Good question. If I asked, I don't think I would get astraight answer from her. Maybe it was habit. Maybe she liked theslavish devotion she got from men like. She was feeling so nice; I can hear her voice like ahhhhh ohhhhh. Then I put my hand on her ass now, it was now very normal for me touching her ass. I started massaging her ass nice and slowly. I put both my hands on her ass and started pressing them. I asked her “did brother give you something like this anytime?” She said “never, I never felt better like this before while talking I was grabbing her ass and also spreading them apart. Then she asked me did you ever give this kind of exercise to.