I stifled a giggle. She shot a smile at me and sat down on the bed. I sat down about half a foot from her. First, introduce yourselves! We looked at e...ch other sheepishly. That should have been the obvious thing to do when we met. I realized that she was here for the same reason as me. It made me feel a bit better. Hi, um, Im Paul. I stuck out my hand awkwardly. She took it. She had a strong grip. Cassandra. Um. Cassie, normally, to my friends, and I guess to guys Im about to screw. Um nice to. Where he got it from his mother could only wonder. Of course what she didn’t know or anyone for that matter was he saw things that no one else did. Things not like the movies, ghosts or spirits with horrible injuries that only a few can see. No these were truly horrible. The movies were a walk in the park in comparison. Spencer couldn’t tell you how long he had what people would call a gift, but it was long enough to help push him toward a little growing up. ‘Mommy, we need to get off this. .stroke your cock." Every teenage hottie in the airport, cunting in her leggings, says, "embrace Porn...pound your dick." Every co-worker at a business meeting, popping her titties in a tight top, says, "live Porn...fap your meat." Every piece of pussy you see, every slice of slut you notice, every bit of bitch you eye, demand only one thing of you, "addict yourself to Porn."Porn is NOT entertainment. Porn is NOT a marital aid. Porn is not a hobby, a past time, or supposed to get you in the. She used to cuddle me often and caress me in her arms. Some times she used to kiss me on my lips. I loved her hands on my body. One day I was sleeping on her bed after lunch. Aunty entered the bedroom after lunch and lied down besides me. My eyes were closed but I was not in deep sleep. I could feel her looking at me and slowly her hands moving on my body. She was moving her hands on my boobs and her caressing was becoming more and more intimate. She was cupping my boobs and trying to locate.