.. well, never mind, I suppose it's just he's still getting usedto them, that's all. Same as I'm getting used to him being how heis these days! It's... nice that he appreciates himself. Oh, he does,no question!No no, not at all, I do too, more than ever, I think he's waybetter off now Eva, and I just love him to pieces. He's myprecious darling doll and he tries so hard to please me and ofcourse I want him to be happy in this new life of his, and I dobelieve he is. I'm sure he is! Or she is. . Her lovely aereolae were revealed, their size disproportionate to the rest of the breasts. The nipples jutted straight up, as though climbing toward the ceiling of the room.My hands and mouth clashed, as each wanted to engulf her lovely breasts. I found the combination of hands and mouth to be better partners than adversaries, so engaged them simultaneously. The more I enjoyed her breasts, the more she seemed to respond. As her breathing became deeper and more rapid, I decided to slide one hand. Exhaling a loud groan, he pleaded, "please don't fuck my cunt mouth daddy, please don't sir!", knowing instinctively that it would make his daddy harder, "yes boy!...I am gonna fuck your cunt mouth, boy!" The head of his own cock hurt from throbbing so hard, wanting his daddy's cock in his mouth so badly, but he said again, "no please daddy, please don't fuck my cunt mouth, daddy", that subtle agony again playing on his face as he looked up at this daddy, groans escaping him. And grunting, his. I smiled back and started stripping.As I mentioned, I’ve always loved being naked. My mom let me get away with it at home after I was out of diapers, up until the day when I was ten and she brought two friends home for coffee. I was on the floor watching cartoons, stark naked, my little dick stiff. One of her friends laughed, but the other one got huffy and stormed out. I was doomed to wear clothes from then on, unless I was in my room or in the shower. So now, any chance I get I go bare.My.