He laid his hand upon her hips and guided her through lines at the bank, utility company, as well as the grocery story.By the time they were back at t...eir home the matinee was an abandoned idea. Joyce had declared finger play not an option; the need to have all of him raged through her. Roger's cock ached and after paying the van driver they were hurrying to put their frozen produce away. It was during this time of slipping freezer goods into the freezer that Roger tucked away three ice cubes. I had little contact with my Mother for 12 years. Then, I gotdivorced, and have recently moved back to my hometown. My mother is 47 now, andstill looks fabulous. Of course it was time for me to rekindle my"romance" with her. A monthago, I was ringing the doorbell to my old house, I arrived unannounced, Mom hadno idea I was back in town. When she opened the door, her face lost all color."ARE YOU ALONE?" I asked. She just nodded yes, and began to back up."WELL BITCH IT'S TIME TO PLAY". Like a. You look at her belly up close then carefully examine her whole body before you return your gaze to her eyes. ‘You are gorgeous.’ ‘Please.’ ‘No, I don’t mean it as a platitude, a nicety you are supposed to say to a pregnant woman. I mean it. You are truly gorgeous. Looking at you, I understand what an honor it would be to have gotten you to this state. Do you mind?’ you ask her while gesturing with your hand. ‘Please, go ahead.’ she responds. You extend your hand further and run your hand. While the play-makers insist I nod and smile with them in agreement to such things, I spit at them from my heart’s essence. But I would never think my Leta less than me – no, I often know she is more clever than I, and I see in the twinkle of her eye a spark I will never equal, let alone surpass. And yet I want her soft against me. I want to feel her yield. I want to take her hands in mine and feel her flow into my strength, and yes, my power. I felt her hand reach my cock. ‘What is this?’ she.