.. Wh... What are you... Doing here?" I had to talk to you, Jack. I hope you don't mind!" Uh, about what? I mean, let me put something on!"He couldn't... ask her to leave. He wanted to, he simply couldn't. And things got worse as she said:"No, no, don't put anything on. I have to talk to you, Jack!" I'm going to... put something." No, if it makes you more comfortable, I take off mine!"And Amy quickly removed her pajamas. Jack's cock, that got soft as he saw his sister, suddenly was hard again.. "The manager came out behind them; he pointed in this direction."Janice moved across the room. She pushed the bottle and glasses back slightly, arranging them in some semblance of order; then she sat down in the chair beside the bed. Don looked at her and grinned, then moved across toward the door.A knock sounded just as he approached it, and he pulled it open and smiled. The motel manager looked from Don to the couple behind him."Mr. and Mrs. Denison here... were asking for you..."Don cut him. So if controlling access to your pussy means giving your guy a lobotomy and then not getting to fuck whenever you want - which in my case is generally a lot - well that's just sad and stupid.So I don't pretend to have tight pussy though I can choke a cock with my vaginal muscles, and my ass as well, without much effort. If I want dick I make it clear to the lucky guy, and with that I make it clear when I'm available. And if he becomes an asshole about it, falling for the same sort of sex. .. I do not think she does. I never brought or bring men home; we always do it at a hotel or motel, being most of the men that I date are married. A lot of them are from out of town and in New Orleans on business or for a convention. As for Sophie, she does not even know me, or for that matter, that I even exist. I have kept track of her and watched, admittedly from afar, her growing up into a beautiful, now married, young woman,” Cristine said.“I would never have guessed all that, and I have.