Tom was an intelligent, and well travelled young man. 24 going on 44; he seemed too wise for his age. I liked that, it made me feel like I was in safe...hands. Glancing at his shelves, my eyes stopped on an old, carved wooden figurine of the most beautiful woman. Her breasts were perfectly shaped and her hands were resting on her mound, as if she was trying to hide her latent sexual desires. This reminded me of my former self and to my pleasant surprise, I felt myself getting turned. Butterfly wings beat against the inside of her abdomen and fluttered across her pussy lips. “I’m sorry.” His voice was almost calm now. Guilt overtook him for wanting her the way that he should not. The last night was still fresh between them. He had stopped himself, but only after having gone too far. His regret struck a raw chord in Regan and a new sense of rejection overcame her. “I hate you,” she sneered, finally trying to pull away from him. Her words struck him again. This time it was. The aches and pain she felt were suddenly replaced by such raw surges of pleasure and her world was rocked by another orgasm and it made the others before it looks pathetic. The intensity had her body shaking uncontrollably in his grasp a low groan droned from her throat. He growled while her pussy contracted around his shaft and he squeezed her legs tighter until she could feel his claws grinding at her skin. His pace was quickening and the crimson piston churning at her quaking passage. But yet again, the soft kissed she witnessed after he drop him from school yesterday was telling her something elseher son was quick to take opportunity of her mum night outgetting in her room , putting on the very smooth panty snapping a pict he sent to ''daddy''she entered the bar saluting her friend her son home in her lingery, mouth open and sucking the 9inch bbc he got so much in love withworking like a very good small little boy between the strong spread legs daddy looking at his boy.