About 11 am ,i saw Anthony sitting in the reception area,We started to chat about this and that,after a short time i noticed he was feeling uncomforta...le.He told me that his back was stiff from all the driving.This is when things started to happen,i asked if he would like me to give him a back rub.He liked the idea,soon i found my self in his room.Anthony was on the bed,just a towel around his waist.I sat astride him,rubbing some lotion into his dark skin,i knew i wanted him,i hoped he wanted. . What a magic moment."He wasn't even angry anymore.“Dad yelled shit at me, slapping my face, pushing me. 'Did you forget how to be a man?' Father of the year. And my mom... Oh, Mom. She kept screaming at me to stay away, brandishing the Holy Cross like I was a fucking demon. She also opened all of her bottles of Holy Water! She fucking bathed me with that shit. Called me every bad name... she wasn't recognizing me as her son, but I definitely wasn't recognizing her as a human being."Enough.. Margo was true to her word. She loved me , well, all over my body, anyway. She was a short woman, dark hair, dark eyes, a ton of pussy hair (which I love, of course) Eyebrows (brow?) like the artist Frieda Kahlo, wine dark nipples and pussy lips, a nice woman's wide ass and hips. She said that i didn't have to do her, this after she had delighted all my love spots with her mouth, lips fingers words and a strap-on dildo, but I'm wired up so if I get enough, I want to give it back. Sometimes, I. She moaned his name. He kept nibbling, until he realized she was pushing him away. He sat up and looked down at her, his eyebrows pinched together in worry. She reached up and smoothed them out, breathing heavily, already beginning to blush in her cheeks and chest. ‘Rich… the crock… pot. It needs… to be… turned off…’ Cursing out loud, Rich got off the bed and raced to the kitchen. He looked blindly for the slow cooker, found it, but couldn’t get his hand to move on the knob. Finally, and saying.