"They told me quite a bit about you, too." What?" I'd rather find out for myself," he grinned, approaching the bed."What's stopping you?"Roger said no...thing, just stood there, fiddling with the stretch band on his shorts and watching as Tina rolled over and tossed her hair back and forth making a long, whipping motion with it. Tina knew that cream or no cream, magic or no magic, she had Roger in the palm of her hand and she was enjoying the sensation. She stood up on the bed, drawing herself up. To be honest, I was dreading having the night end.”“Thank you Hank, that’s really sweet,” she said leaning over and giving me a light kiss on the cheek. “I don’t want it to end either. You’ve been so nice to me all day and for the first time in years and years, I’ve had a nice time with a gentleman. I’ve really enjoyed our conversation.”“Thanks Ginny. It’s been a true pleasure being with and talking with you.”“You know what I wish?” She asked.“What,” I queried afraid she was going to take. The young man took this as a cue and shifted down the bed to sit exactly where Caitlin had moments before. It was a few seconds unsurprisingly considering where his attention was focused before he felt the damp patch beneath his thigh. He grinned as he stared closely at the cause. “A woman’s vagina, pussy, slit, quim, gash, honeypot or cunt if you prefer is quite the wondrous mechanism Michael” his mother breathed in a husky voice, “treat it right and literally, the world can be your oyster!”. Occasionally he would reach out to slap her breast, stroke her pussy, unexpectedly shove a finger up her ass. Jasmin loved not knowing what was to come next, and being treated like a sexual object. And she loved degrading talk. It got her hot to be called a bitch, a slut, a cum-bucket. Hank didn’t hold back. His vocabulary was rather limited but the message was clear – particularly as it was often accompanied with slaps to her face and breasts, pinches to her butt, a few hard spanks.The.