Before. You see, I've had a few boyfriends. Not a lot, but a few. I've done most of the positions and stuff, but I really, really like to fuck vertica...ly. You know, standing. Leaning against a wall, or a window, or whatever. Up against a car, or on the climbing frame in a playground (that's another story).My last boyfriend was a master. Truly. We were almost the same height, and with a little bending and prodding, we could do it freestanding, in the middle of the room. There's something about. We go on trips together, sex and cuddle daily, we were planning on having a k** soon too. I helped pay for her education as well, her family and i are super close they treat me better then my blood family. But for some reason though last few months shes been getting distant, and i tried to talk to her about it but she just yelled at me with some bs argument. She also keeps going out with her friends several times a week and coming home at like 2 am hammered as fuk and just crashing on the. I want to be able to feel the cool sheets against my body and let the air blow on my hard nipples while I touch my pussy and talk to you," I said this time in a soft slutty whisper. I couldn't actually believe that I was actually saying these words to my own son, but oh my god it was turning me on so much. I thought to myself, if only Sheri could hear me now. I laughed and thought she would die from how hot things were getting between Kye and me. "And what are you thinking about, Mommy?" Kye. I talked to a woman in Citizens' Advice who said she started taking home problems and agonising over them. She was trained but she had to give it up." You had men under your command killed or wounded." Yes but that was rare. Even so, all those casualties still live with me." So you not only want but need a wife." Yes." Well get on with it and stop faffing about." Wives don't grow on trees." So look for one." Fat lot of good that's done me." So far. 'If at first you don't succeed try, try, try.