With a brief look of disappointed resignation, she extended her left arm for the whiskey. “Do you agree I told the truth and am still in the game?” I questioned. “You are too young to understand intimacy, and I pretended you could for a selfish moment. “No,” I stammered. “I’d now describe this more like a flashlight than soft”, she concluded. You probably know all of that.”
I continued, “What you probably don’t know is that because you inspire me in all those other ways, you inspire me to lay awake at night with my cock in my hand, wishing you were lying beside. bent over and kissed her lips. She looked down and shrugged. “What do I taste like?” she asked. I started to pull out of her, but she grabbed my ass and held tight. “I never liked them. Her nipples were brown and seemed as big around as one of my fingers. “Mom, sorry to tell you this, but I’ll relive that statement every day of my life, as long as I have a
