Joe never lasted long with any woman, maybe two weeks up to a month before he would break up with them.... that was until my dad started dating Dalia,... when I was around fifteen. Dalia was a very peaceful and loving woman, a hippie from way back and still lived that way today, I liked Dalia right from the beginning and even after three years of being together, I like her even more and of course my dad must have really really liked Dalia to be still with her after all this time.It felt so good. ’ ‘It’s ok Jess really, I know you wouldn’t have left if you knew, it’s ok.’ Jeremy spoke up ‘well I had better get going, leave you guys to it, I need to have a shower anyways, I stink haha.’ ‘Please don’t go’ Lisa pleaded. ‘You saved my life, and a lot of other things, please stay.’ ‘Don’t worry gorgeous, I’ll be back later, I just need to freshen up and catch a couple of hours sleep, I’ll come in after dinner ok?’ Lisa blushed when he called her gorgeous, she didn’t hate it though, and she. Here is a point that confuses me. How can one really make love? Could it be something that just randomly and suddenly happens, like spontaneous human combustion or the vase that no one wants to fess up to breaking? Although it may work for the vase, I don’t think you can blame love on the cat. (We all know, of course, that it was your brother who broke the vase. That’s it.) Is making love like making a table or a chair? Do you see a block of wood, sand out the roughness, cut off the pieces you. ” She said, as she inserts a second finger into my hole, and gently fucking it as she gently holds my balls with her free hand. “Don’t you dare cum until I say you can.” She commands, as she inserts a third finger into my rapidly loosening ass. “Do you hear me slut?” “Yes! I hear you! Oh.. mmmm..” I said, as the familiar feeling of anal pleasure was beginning to make my mind go blank. “I think this sissy fuck hole is nice and ready.” She said, as she removed her fingers from my hole, quickly.