My gaze inadvertently dropped to blouse when I noticed that it’s shear and soaked material left very little about her breasts to the imagination. I ...tried to stop myself from staring at her obviously beautiful breasts with nipples pressing hard against her bra while we conversed…but I couldn’t help myself. She noticed my gaze after a few glances in her direction and followed it. ‘Oh my God! I’m so embarrassed,’ she gasped while trying to pull her blouse from her clinging breasts. Her face turned. “The sooner the better,” I admitted. “I’m as hard as a rock.”“I want you to fuck your Mama like the bitch she is, Tommy. Doggie style.” With that she unplugged my mouth from her tit and my hand from her crotch. She released my cock and turned and presented herself to me on all fours. I was staring at her swollen pussy when I heard her say, “Do me, Baby. My pussy is begging for you to come inside.” I know it was my imagination, but I could have sworn her puffy pussy winked at me.I rose to my. If that means cooking a good meal or going dancing with you, that will satisfy my directives." 'Satisfy my directives'?," Holland's eyebrow shot up."It's what passes for 'happy' in robot-speak," Marianne giggled. She kissed his collarbone, just as Miriam used to do. "Your pleasure is my pleasure. If all you wish to do with me is use me as your private fuck-toy, then that is what I will do. But I also know you don't like your women completely subservient or easy. I plan on making you work for. I had no particular destination in mind, I just walked. Roaming the streets for hours, wandering with no purpose, I walked to my old neighborhood. Without realizing it, I stood in front of my house. The house that Lena and I had built together, the house that our baby grew up in. The house that I hoped to grow old and die in, the house that I may never set foot in again. That thought sent chills down my spine. As I turned to go, a voice called out, ‘DADDY.’ I had no will to walk, I stood.