Underneath all the middle class pretension, weak twats like him admire real men like me, and whenever I get the chance I rub their turned up noses in ...t - by shagging their wives!And I’ll tell you something else too: the only woman who truly loves you, unless her name is Rosemary West, is your mother and the only woman who you really know where you stand with is a prostitute. Don’t say I haven’t warned you.So, what I do is shag women, sluts mostly if the truth be known, and when I get bored. She crawled quietly between his legs and then gently took his hard cock into her hand. She examined it closely. It was strong with bulging veins yet it was smooth, and soft. She never knew that a cock could look so good ... but maybe it was because it was her son's cock. For long moments she studied his beautiful cock. The head was like a helmet sitting almost proudly on top of the shaft. The slit in the center was already drooling clear juices. She drew in his scent and felt a chill rush. Instead of helping me in the bathtub, you picked me up holding me like a baby as I wrapped my arms around your neck. As you moved closer to the tub, your thumb started to rub the opening to my pussy making me moan out softly and making me get wet. While you lowered me to the tub, I couldn’t help thinking how good tonight is going to be…if only I knew just how good.The warm water hit my ass first then my pussy, thighs, legs and toes. I tried to reach out my arms to hold onto the sides of the tub. Please? Just make me feel good one last time?" I think this is a bad idea," I said slowly."Why?" Because I'm mad at you," I said."Why are you mad at me?" she squeaked. "I told you I was sorry. I said you were right." I'm mad at you for wrecking the car," I complained."What?" If you hadn't wrecked the car, you wouldn't have been in a coma. I wouldn't have had to read to you. There wouldn't have been a sleeping princess in my sister's room. If you hadn't wrecked the car I'd still be trying to.