“But he’s not my date. He’s my fiancé.”“You’re still no fun,” Terrence replied, the smile wide across his face. “Congratulations, Hai...ey. I’ve never seen Phil as happy as he is when you’re around.”“Thanks,” Hailey said, as she felt tears come to her eyes. “Will you introduce me to your Mom? I want to tell her what a great son she raised.”“If you’re going to heap praise upon me, I’d be happy to,” Terrence replied. Phil stood back and watched Emelda Williams talk to Hailey. He spotted Courtney. I like men to shoot their load for me on my body. I am a little more tolerant of men being dirty when talking about me but there are certain words I don't appreciate, bitch being one of them. Many aspects of human sexuality; I'm attracted to younger men and their virility and eagerness to show themselves online, but like people to engage my brain. The anonymous encounter with men who have ideas I had never considered; women who want to share sexual experiences. I masturbate a good deal and have. “I love this! I love this!” she said thrusting her pussy harder against my mouth, my tongue darting in and out like it was my cock fucking her, the juices from her pussy dripping all over my mouth and I loved the taste and smell as I licked her pussy with more intensity, feeling my cock getting harder and knew it was standing straight up in back of her. I was getting so turned on by Sherry’s panting words, her leaning further back, her legs opening wider, pushing her pussy harder against my. Now, I understood the bow and arrows. I picked an arrow and tied one end of the twine to it. I picked a branch high in the tree and gently let fly. I wanted the arrow to go over the branch and lose its way falling to the ground. The first shot was too hard but the second one worked. An hour later, we had an antenna in the tree for the HF bands and one mounted on the house for VHF with coax running to a room in the house. Right now, we brought it in through an open window. Shirley said we would.