His gentle strength had created something magical for her. She knew he could have crushed her as easily as a melon if he had chosen to do so, but desp...te the obvious immense strength, he had been so careful not to hurt her. While she watched the tail lights of the cab diminish into the darkness, she felt his come dribble from her and run down the inside of her thigh. Jacqui knew that if she met him again, she would allow herself to let go completely, give him free access to whatever he wanted.. Your father–‘ ‘Excuse me, sir, but I am tired of comparisons with my father. All through my training at the Academy, all I heard was James Bond this, and James Bond that. I am Jane Bond, not James Bond.’ ‘I am very glad to hear that, Miss Bond–‘ ‘Call me Jane, please. Or if you must be formal, I prefer Ms. Bond’ M gulped. Being of the old school, practically the poster- boy for the old-boy network, first names seemed too familiar, and M still had a hard time adjusting to the post- Feminist term. One night they had a sleep over at Ashley’s house. Her parents were gone for the weekend, so they had the house to themselves. That night when they were both in bed Ashley suggested that they both masturbate together. After some coaxing, Michelle agreed and they took off their pajama’s. After several minutes of solo action, Ashley reached over and began to touch Michelle. Michelle reciprocated and soon they were kissing and rubbing each other like it was the most natural thing in the world.. It was his mom. She was a Hispanic woman, petite-not over a hundred pounds, olive color skin. Pert pointy tits and dark long hair with beautiful dark eyes and that amazing Spanish accent. She would flirt big time with me. Al the time, even in front of her husband. He would laugh and say "watch out, Marge will turn you into a real man." Or "I think Marge can not wait for you to get hair on your balls" I would have to go home and beat my meat. She would dress very provocative also, sometimes if.