I had a bar mitzvah and everything. I haven’t been to a synagogue in about five years, but I still believe. Trish goes to church every Sunday mornin...!”“But not dressed like that!” I chuckled.“No way!” she laughed. “Mommy, Daddy, and my priest would NEVER understand!”“Mine didn’t understand my girlfriend,” Peggy laughed. “So I kind of know what you mean.”“How many gay friends do you have, Steve?” Abbie asked. “It seems like a lot!”“There are quite a few. They like to hang out here because we. But for how long, that's the question; how long before he had to start cutting his own salary to pay expenses? If he did take the job would they still be able to live in the same place, would he be able to make the mortgage every month? Would he be able to do that anyway?Although the money was certainly a factor, the thing that he hated most about losing his studio was the pride. He produced work to his own satisfaction. He was proud to put his name on it. If he took this job there would be. Pull you towards the bed, make you bend over, lift your petticoat, rip apart your panties, and drill your cunt from the back. That is exactly how I wanted to do you, Mom. That is how your son was going to fuck you.And once I was inside you, I was sure I could make you surrender to me. I was sure you will start finding pleasure with each thrust of mine. I was sure you will ask me not to stop. I was sure you will beg me to cum inside youI knew there was no way you could resist, even if you wanted. "Prove me wrong."He did: very passionately and very effectively."I love you, my man, and consider myself corrected even though I shall probably be permanently cross-eyed." Her smile as she gazed up at him almost made him cry such was his love for her. His cock thickened. "No, darling. I would love to but I really am a bit sore. Two nights in a row of almost continuous lovemaking after all this time has been too much for me. Give me more practice and I will never deny you. I promise you the.