"But Mom! What will all my friends say?" Why would they say anything?" I asked. "The true friends won't mind. In fact, they'll probably feel happy tha...t your mother found someone to take care of her."Jason nodded. He turned his head to look out the windshield. I twisted in my seatbelt and slid my right hand up Ashley's legs. Her legs separated instinctively, and I was able to run my index finger over her pubic hair and down to the top of her pussy. The blonde groaned slightly and pushed her. I hate force andpunishment, and I love rewards and encouragement.I have a secret that can be difficult to talk about, not because it iswrong, but because it can be misunderstood: I never stoppedbreastfeeding my two boys. To the three of us it is only a natural ting.And I think we are all addicted to it in a way. The boys cherish thesemoments once a day and have tried to make me breastfeed more often.Boobing time and sleep were the only two periods during the day whenthese two warriors kept. ”I’m like, “Do you only watch scenes with two women together?”“No, I watch a man and a woman making love.”“Do you like the guy to have a small, half-flaccid penis?”He goes, “No, I like big, hard, throbbing cocks.”“Why are you a vegetarian?” I asked him. And it wasn’t even because meat is bad for you.He said that “raising cattle was bad for the planet -- with cow flatulence in the ozone and the clearing of land for the raising of cattle. What are you doing to help the environment?”“I’m eating. I've got to end thisnow, before it goes to a place I can't escape from. These types ofrelationships have to be consensual, don't they? I mean he can't just forceme to do these things...I decided to take a chance. I dialed the number from my caller ID. Onering. Two rings. Three rings. Then four, five, six, seven. Shit. Suddenlyhe answers. "What, sissy?" I swallowed hard and took a deep breath as hisutterly masculine voice cascaded over me. "H...hello, Master?" I spoke in atiny voice, ashamed. I.