I know who it wouldhurt.Just as with everyday when I get home my mother's nowhere to be seen,but of course I know she's here. She just prefers not to ...see me, thereal me that is. I wish she could understand how that makes me feel.Can you imagine what it's like knowing that your own mother resentsyou? I've considered talking with her about it, but my mom's notexactly right in the head these days. However she's still set out myafter school clothes on my bed for me to change into. Funny how. In a lot of ways, I really did like him, that’s probably why we stayed together for so many years. The problem, at its core, was fulfillment. I was totally unfulfilled. My unfulfillment set the cracks forming, and sent my mind wandering. I started to want something else, something Tommy wasn’t giving me. Sex. Tommy didn’t fuck. He didn’t even make love. Tommy didn’t even try. For some reason that I was never made privy to, my six-foot-one, alpha-male, football playing boyfriend had no interest. But her mother had told her to stand up for herself more.If Marianne hadn't meant what Caroline was almost sure she'd indicated, then this could end up in a blazing row. But if Caroline was right, and didn't act, she could watch her man disappear.Caroline was fed up with missing out. She'd had enough of seeing opportunities, and being too afraid of things going wrong to take them until it was too late, and the chance had gone.She reached for Simon, and kissed him.It was just a light kiss, a. Each time he slid his cock in, he pushed it a little further back.About the fourth time his cock was at the back of my throat, I relaxed my throat and his cock slid into my throat, and his balls were on my face. He started fucking my face, slowly sliding it in and out of my throat. I reached around him and grabbed his perfect muscular ass checks and pulled him in more. My fingers slid in his ass cheeks, and I started massaging his anus and taint. “Oh damn,” Jim started moaning and fucking my.