A piece of ass... a whore... A warm wet fuck hole for dick. You're not suppose to think."Janice began to cry at the harsh words of her son. "John plea...se don't..." You and I both know it's true, your a slut. It's ok though mom, because I still love you. I love you just as you are... A SLUT!Janice hung her head low and sobbed quietly as she let the sheet fall from her body." There now mom, don't you feel better accepting who you are?" Yes John," Janice mewed as she stood there and cried. She. Carmella(Torys' mom) knew a few Columbian dishes, and made the best fried chicken I'd ever tasted. The meals made me glad the girls had put a home gym in.I loved it when a baby cried and three heads would snap around. Was it D W(Dorian William), Ursala Leah, or Carmella Laura? Yes both my first two were girls. We became something of a local legend, when I showed up three times in seven weeks for a birth. First was Cathy, two weeks later it was Leah, and then Tory. I held my first child, and. The sensual sounds of his accent, and the movements of his lips with them were profoundly erotic. We were both interested in nature and talked about plants, birds and fishing though he only knew the names of the species in Russian and I in Finnish. Save that, he spoke Finnish very well, but he had this air about him and an intense glare that made me a little wary of him. Our friends were growing restless. My friends never approved of my interest in Slavs; they saw all of them as rogues or. The attraction mixed with the curiosity had me walking right back into my friends’ house with this handsome stranger who made me moist and horny with his nearness. When we sat down and started talking, I couldn’t help but admire this man’s body from head to toe, which took awhile since he is 6’4” and his wide muscular build, just made me feel so small and feminine, matched the handsome face I was looking at. Beautiful light brown eyes that still had mine captured in their trance only broken.