I pulled your head to my crotch, rocking my hips, riding your face until you had a mess of my lust and your spit plastered over your grin.Oh, that evi... smirk that knew exactly you had stopped pleasing me right at the edge. From that look in your eyes, I read you demanded I return the pleasure to you—our careful preparation for the real thing which I needed constantly reminding myself of so I didn't just make you scream in joy and thus put an immediate end to our meticulous build-up.Frustrated,. She leaned away from him and unfastened his pants; she had been longing to touch his cock since he emailed her the pictures. Who would have thought that a picture could be such a turn on. She finally unfastened his jeans, and pulled down his shorts. His manhood sprung free and throbbed, waiting for her to touch it. She helped him pull off his boots, socks, and finally his pants.At last they were both naked. She moved back onto the bed, mesmerized by the site of his manhood. She ran her fingers. "Richard, do you have a job?" The opening salvo, good start, Mom!"Mom, I've been trying to keep this roof over our heads since Dad died. Suicide meant there was no insurance payable to us. You and the girls maxed out all our Credit Cards; the Line-of-Credit was deep in the red, no Mortgage Payments, and no food in the house. So it was up to me to straighten things out. OK with that, Mom?"She sat down abruptly. Nearly missed the chair. "B-B-But — I was working, wasn't I?" No, you weren't! You. I know you don’t think a lot of religion, but the only place I can do that is church, so could we?”I say that it is not religion that troubles me. She has told me, and I have read, of the teachings of religion, and they seem to me very good. My concern is what men make of these teachings, how they twist them to their own desires. But I say this does not stop me from respecting the beliefs of others, and that I am happy to have ceremony in church if this is what she wants.It seems that we must.