The woman that I see is waiting for me. These are the stories that make up my life. Not my life at home with my wife, but my life as a nightmare for h...usbands and boyfriends everywhere. This particular story starts out innocent enough, deep in the heart of Texas. I never had much of a liking to Texas. I am from Tennessee. Texans like to give us Tennesseans shit because of our football team. “Welcome to the real UT,” some asshole would tell me. Nevermind the fact that if it were not for. "Theron laughed right out loud, and I grimaced at him. No matter what I said, laughing at me is just rude. Seeing my face, he tried to stifle his laugh."Oh, I'm not laughing at you, Sierra. I'm laughing at the response I'm imagining in the Landsmeet and with the Grand Cleric when I take you with me to tell them what you just told me. I want you to say it just exactly like you did now, too, no trying to cushion the blow for them."I must have still looked confused, because Teagan finally took. Lal pulled down mom`s palloo…He then stared at her mammoth boobs with wide open eyes…Suddenly he buried his face in between mom`s deep cleavage and started to play with her boobs…He rubbed his nose all over her blouse-covered boobs…Meanwhile mom had closed her eyes and I saw that after sometime her hands automatically went behind Mr.Lal`s head and she started to pull his head more into her boobs…After sometime, Mr.Lal put his mouth on one of mom`s boobs and started to suck the blouse itself…!. She led me up the stairs, one hand in my shorts, and opened the door to her bedroom. There was a large bed there, a music system equal to the one downstairs, and a low metal Sixties-style bench with a fur seat by a curtained wall. She asked me to sit on the bench, and as the music from downstairs continued, used her own fingers to bring her nipples into proud erection. "Kiss me," she said, offering a ripe tit, and I copperated, drawing it into my mouth with lips and tongue. "Harder," she.