Natasha too, watched as she firmly worked his member with a relentless rhythm.“Give for Mother….that’s a good boy.”Borya threw his head back, ...eyes tightly shut, on the edge. She leaned down and kissed him. His lips held hers until he could no longer control himself.“Natasha…ooh, my darling, I’m going to cum…keep stroking…keep stroking…Ooohhh…..He panted thru clenched teeth as the intensity reached its peak, and his cock went into glorious, pleasurable spasm. He let out an incredibly intense cry. Sometimes I have trouble remembering. ?Okay,? she cleared her throat, and poured herself a glass of water.?Want some? If you do later, let me know. Where do you want tobegin? Your mother tells me you are troubled with a dream. Wecan start there, or?.??I shrugged. ?Okay, I?ve been having this dream,? I started talking,and as soon as I opened up I spilled my guts. ?? So, the dreamsare the same, sort of. I?m always Mark, Bobby is always Shannon,and I just see different things like the. We spent the next week together, with him showing me all the different aspects of male love. By the end of the week, I was his slave, willing to do anything he asked me to, as long as I got his cock. He asked me if I would like to meet some of his friends that were coming that weekend, to which I answered most absolutely.The Friday approached, and the bunch of us went out for dinner, just so that we could have a good time without any actual sex getting in the way. The discussions were many and. Thus standing next to her I started tracing the high-tension electrical system with my finger. This required me to move my hand (and arm) between her body (still bent forward over the engine holding onto the fuel line ) so I accidentally rubbed my arm (my hand on the electrical cord) down the side of her right flank, over her stomach just under the rib cage, and up the rib cage, just touching her B breasts. This did not seem to upset her too much – as a matter of fact I moved my arm very slowly.