I lay on one of the sunbeds in the shade under the large tree in our backyard. As I lay there, I thought about my mother and wondered why she had left...me and Dad. She wasn't a very good mother, anyway. As a kid, she seldom hugged me or told me she loved me. She spent most of her time nagging at Dad and I felt sorry for him. Still, when she'd left, I cried a lot and was very upset. As time went by, I realized I didn't really miss her. But, I did feel a bit sad for my dad who was alone.I knew. I have seen this a million times on this site and in movies, but the moment was surreal. The 2 prettiest girls I knew, friends, were working my cock. After they had sucked my cock for a good 15 minutes (I have no clue how I managed not to cum), her friend was really turned on and she told my gf that she wanted to eat her hairy pussy. My gf lay down and her friend started to finger her gently, sliding one, than 2 fingers up her cunt and finally putting her mouth on her (very wet) pussy. As she. When they are not on their knees, of course.Indeed. It's as though they save all their strength for then.Probably a defensive mechanism. I suspect the verbal attacks are that, too.Possibly. Take this one, for example.My Lord, I . . .Shut up. Don't interrupt me. God damn it, what was I saying? Oh, yes. When this one isn't here with me, she, as you well know, is a bubbly energetic little feminazi, hating all things male, always making sure all the little boys around her are kowtowing to her every. "I'm good," she replied shyly. "And I know what you're thinking, and, yes, I do want this." For a moment Rich considered his response but knew the only one he wanted to give required no words. And so he leaned forward, kissing her soft lips, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her to him, crushing her breasts against his chest. When they parted they were both breathless, Sophie's nipples pressing against her bra, making small mounds beneath her t-shirt, and as she pressed her body against.