I hated it at times, because the conversations seemed so one sided, with me asking things like, "Why do women have to be such emotional creatures?" Af...er about my third girl-friend in three months, Sandy told I was not hitting a homerun when it came to relationships. I told I wasn’t trying for homeruns, that I was just happy to be able to play.“So, what is it that you’re looking for?” Sandy pressed as we rolled down Bacon Avenue in the central patrol district, past small businesses and bars,. , on up to the nose-bleedsection where women sat. ?The place wasnearly S.R.O. with anyone and everyone just totally unattractive.? The inspiration for the day?sevents, hardly felt beautiful as she emerged from the shadows. Quamria saw stands filled with people, a sort of mesh overheadfor shade. Warming sand between her toes gave some assurance of being actually?grounded?, while at the same time there was no mistaking where she was, or whyshe was were she was? In the center,clear of the shaded. I have given you my genius,” She said and got up, went to her bag, bent over to show off that nice slit. Taking her time to rummage around for her clothes. But she got me thinking. Maybe I can write about the things Sam is sending me. Like I am doing it. Would that be cheating? I don’t really have sex fantasies like that. Would it be fair to write about stuff just to wind him up though.So that was six months ago. And it worked. I wrote cuckold stories and even started publishing a few on some. I kissed my mother’s pussy. It didn’t take too much imagination to know that my mother wanted more than a kiss. She wanted me to lick her and make her cum.Mom rolled onto her side and pulled one leg up to open herself up to me. I laid my head on the inside of her thigh and licked her wet pussy. Mom moaned in pleasure as I explored her pussy with my tongue. I used my fingers to spread her pussy lips and exposed her clit. Her body twitched as I licked the tip of her clit. I pressed my tongue.