.." she began, the joy on her face fading to confusion."We're not going to fuck to make babies," I told her with a smile, moving alongside her and hol...ing her, caressing her, looking deep into her eyes. "I love you too much for that. We're going to make love to make a baby."Her joyous smile returned, and she raised her face to mine and gave me the softest, most gentle, and most romantic of kisses. When I eventually plumbed her depths, some while later, she was hotter, wetter and more ready for. One of the main reasons for the break-up between my ex-girlfriend and I was, that she would never admit, that, at heart, she was slut. She always enjoyed the rough ways that I fucked her, especially if she were drunk or (even better) stoned. Her mother had taught her, that sex was dirty, and she would never quite admit, that she loved fucking and sucking. Another reason she felt dirty was, that when she really let herself go she relaxed completely, including her sphincter, so in the aftermath. ”She breathes in audibly unsure what intent he has for a scrap of carpet. He holds it up and walks over to her.She can see it is about ten inches long and four inches wide. The guy rolls it into a tube and draws it under her chin. She can feel the coarseness in the fibres when he presses hard.“What does this remind you of sweetie?” he asks the silent young lady.She replies spontaneously, “A tube, a phallic tube.”“Yes, that’s a pleasing thought,” he says, and asks, “shall we play a game?”“Any. We started talking on various topics and had our dinner. She seemed very comfortable in my company and asked me if about my work timings and so on. I replied and she said I am a good painter , and paints modern art. While we were discussing on paintings, she offered me , if I can come down to see her paintings.When I gave a positive node to her offer, she was really happy and said , If I can join her after the dinner. I was also free and wanted her company , so I agreed, and we went to her.