Would you please eat me out and make me cum, please, pretty please!' " You do go on, don't you, Madam Fantasy?"Heather laughed, "It could happen. The ...uestion is, do you want it to happen. I'm willing. I'd love to bear your bastard. The problem is, it won't happen with you, not with every Tom, Dick, and Harry dumping his sperm in my baby factory. If Mom has her way, that's what'll happen starting Thursday with the painting crew. You need to be able to decide whose sperm gets to the factory if. She was laying on her back, waiting. He was kneeling on the bed and looking down at a majestic, mature, and naked grown woman. He loved every possible sector of her body he realized. “Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are Angela?” he asked. “No, but feel free to show me, will you?” she said as she started to open her eyes. He was about to lower his body into hers as he was coming down lower and lower to kiss her on her lips. She closed her eyes. He then kissed her lips. His kiss was regal. I feel wetness surge out of my pussy and onto our thighs hearing him say that. I yearn to go faster on my mount and ride him roughly until hot cum mixes with my pussy juice. I want to nibble lightly on his neck as I practically reach my climax at the same time as he does.God, nothing's sexier than hearing him inform me that he is on the verge of cumming in me, especially when my body is adjusting to his...the more we have sex, the better it feels for me, and the higher my sex drive for him gets. After selling all of her possessions and giving up her apartment in Detroit, there was no way she was returning there. With all of him stuffed in a little plastic bag inside of a box, as soon as she accepted ownership of his ashes she started to cry. For such a great man, a man who made her feel good about herself, he was the first man who made her feel pretty instead of plain. As it turns out, she loved him not as a sexual lover but as her best friend. She truly loved him and if he had asked.