“Making love to a woman is hard work. You have to pay attention to her and make sure she gets to where she needs to go, before you take care of your...self. It’s all about making her happy. Then, when you know she’s happy, it’s okay to be happy about it yourself.”“I don’t think other men are like that,” said Paula. “Every time I’ve gotten close, the guy was saying he was dying and begging. It never sounded much like he cared how I felt. One of them even lied to me. I told him I was scared, and he. Whether my mother is pleased or annoyed at my bold-ness, I don’t know. Women are too clever for us men.We continue to walk. We come to a farm where they are raising race horses by inbreeding. We see people trying to get a stallion to mount a mare. My mother suggests we stop and watch. She tells me that of all a****ls, only horses fuck in a similar way like people. She tells me that mating horses closely related makes them a better stock. The stallion that is about to mount the mare is her very. What do you think we talk about all the time? Mason, she WANTS to share what we have. She had no idea what love really looked like. She’s seen it in us. And I think she feels it in herself too.” her voice lowered to an almost inaudible whisper as she finished speaking, “I think we all feel it...”I really couldn’t say anything. Not after a speech like that. And so, I just closed my mouth, took Tasha’s hand, and nodded. She wasted absolutely no time in clamping down on my hand, and dragging me. I had always imagined that she was a proud woman, proud of her wonderful breasts, and proud to be flaunting them.Now, she had me wondering.“Janet,” I said to her, “you are an amazing kisser. I just love kissing you and feeling your tongue with mine.”I think I was on the right track since she smiled down at me, a smile of relief. Janet’s primary weapon of choice was, of course, her tits. With the zipper pulled down the way it was, I was given a close up view of her cleavage. I noticed that her.