Her eroticism, her sexuality, is such a deeply embedded, pervasive part of her soul, so much a part of who she is, and such a loving force, that conve...ntional rules of morality can’t apply to it. Her sexuality is its own morality, and when she expresses it, it’s a beautiful and good morality. She didn’t get it from me, or from her father. We’re very conventional people. In her, it comes from a deeper source, and it’s a spiritual force. We think of God and Jesus as men, but that’s. " God, she hated him calling her little girl. "Okay, Alex, I'll stay and let you at least get some batting practice but damn girl learn how to tell time." The other left including his son Bobby. Alex hated, Mr. Heckler, he was mean, short tempered, and foul-mouthed. He made rude comments insulting her when no one could hear him."My mom said you said it was at 4:00!" She yelled out at him and pounded her bat into the dirty."Your mom was wrong, I said 2:00. Now get at the batter's box and bat. The contrasting light and shadow makes him look like a sculpture. A sexy sculpture with bare chest and arms exposed, breathing gently. His legs are slightly askew, his hips angled slightly towards your vantage point — and is that just a trick of the way the sheet is draping, or is it… is it…Oh Jesus, that’s his cock. That’s the outline of his cock that you can see through the sheet. It’s at least semi-hard. It’s big, maybe bigger than you’ve dreamed.You can’t take your eyes off him. He looks so. " I was delirious with pleasure, and kept pumping my body onto him. "Do you think you're worthy of me?!" I looked at him and notice that he was just lying back casually now, seeming relaxed and simply to be enjoying my utter submission. God, what a stud. I wish I could please him. "No, Master... uh... no one... uh... is worthy of you... ugh... I was silly to think... ugh... I could teach you... ugh... anything." I reached back with my hands and started squeezing his huge balls as I bounced.