She’s just upset.”“That’s true, but we can’t have a repeat of that kind of language in this house. You remember what happened when you were ...twelve, don’t you?”I nodded, “Vividly.”We hugged and I walked out of the house and got into my Mustang. I could laugh now, but being grounded for a month when I was twelve was no fun. Nor was having my mouth washed out with soap. I’d certainly never said «тво мать» ever again! Well, at least not in my mom’s hearing. I’d been joking around with Dale, and. So, what that means is that she was kneeling on the bed wearing a clingy black dress with a skirt that would not have covered her ass decently if she had been standing, black seamed stockings on a garter, a miniscule g-string, and spiked patent leather pumps that would drive holes through oak floorboards. There were more of my kinks going on here than I knew what to do with. I love submissive women (we’ll get back to what that means in terms of my relationship with Jessica later), I love girls. ..Yessssss slave, feel me fucking your cum filled balls? You like that, I can hear you moaning. I fuck you faster like this and stroke and jack that little nub you call dick, I keep jacking you and stop twisting your nipple and reach up and touch your throat softly, moving up to your face...I turn your face to me and kiss you long and deep as I stroke your dick and slide my cock in and out fucking your balls.......Damn slave, you could almost be a man! So soft and sensual! But, I NEED to fuck. I don’t really remember her developing into a woman. One day, I just noticed her broadened hips, her B-cup breasts, her full lips. Most of all, I fantasized about Clara’s amazing ass. Few women of any age are endowed with such a distinctive, rounded behind. My Clara was sexier than her mother, who still turned heads all over town in her mid-thirties. I figured I wasn’t the only person who had naughty thoughts about Clara, but I was certainly the naughtiest of those entertaining such.