No, I don't have any lube in the house, I am sorry. Youwill just have touse your spit.I know you feel like you should have taken drugs thismorning bef...re thisshoot, but we all like you better this way. Bright andalert. Really coverthat dildo with spit. Lick it all up and down. That a boy.Good job. Nowlook up at the camera and take the dildo and just rub itunder your ballsack a bit, like you are teasing your asshole. I bet the guys at the gym go nuts over you, huh? You walkaround naked a lot. I did not get my MBA to end up a stay at home baby factory living on a tight budget because my husband was not smart enough in career choice, lacked motivation, and could not afford a Nanny for the kids. My parents intentionally drove me to seek success and view every business situation as a form of war. As I was growing up my mother spent hours explaining strategy, politics, and manipulation. She helped me to learn how to examine the battlefield and used all aspects of that environment to. "Buongiorno, Julian. Ho fame. I'm hungry."Moving languidly, I kissed her. "Then let's eat."Her smile broadened. I watched when she rolled out of bed and bent to pick up her panties from the floor. A pale yellow ribbed cotton camisole, a gorgeous, spectacular bare ass, and compact buttocks moving delightfully absorbed me. The beginning of an erection brought back a memory of last night. I wanted Bianca. I wanted to make love with her more than almost anything."Spostarlo!" she admonished me as. I've seen many bare female asses since I was a teenage, and could properly evaluate each one individually, but none like the one before me. For one, it was my mothers - and that adds a certain alien quantity when weighed against any other woman. Then it was also the oldest ass I have ever seen, and if truth be told it could easily compete against some of the sluts I've bedded before finding Carol. Mother was a tiny woman, small of bone and frame - yet she had a flaring waist with a full bottom.