"I turned to my son. "Jontar, you are no closer to being a man either, by your current attitude. Men do not boast of greatness. They make greatness ha...pen. When you can consistently hit your targets and get your family meat, you will be on your way to being a man. If you listen to your mothers and me and heed our words, then you will have a good chance. If not, you can go on being a child."I then turned back to my daughter. "Sula, the same holds for you, if you want to be a grown up, the first. My hard cock sprang up unleashed. “Mom, we should probably close the curtains.” They were fully drawn open and lights were completely on. There was another hotel and a couple of condos on the neighboring blocks that were as tall or taller that could look into the rooms of our side of the hotel. Anyone looking towards our room would be able to clearly see a half-naked woman on her knees and about to give a blow job to a man with a large cock; but not so close as to be able to make out. We were in one particular Après Ski Club that was extremely crowded. My husband had been in a down mood all week and I was tired of trying to be Miss Upbeat. Our sheet time had suffered and I was more than a little bit horny. I was wearing a lacy button up shirt and a yoga pants that had me feeling quite sexy. Combining the dancing with the alcohol had me ready to jump his bones. However, as much as I tried to get my husband "in the mood" he just laughed off my playfulness and wanted to sit. He is moving so easily now, sliding out and ramming into me hard. I feel ashamed. Did I invite this? I did open the door for him. I had teased and flirted with him. Did I deserve what he is doing to me?His breathing is short and he has his eyes closed in pleasure as he uses my body. I can’t watch it anymore and I turn my head away. He simply starts to suck on my neck, his hips moving up and down between my forced open legs. I groan and lay there, willing it to end but it goes on and on. I hear.