I cried because I knew someone was going to be hurt and I couldn’t stop it. It must have been an hour or more when I heard a tapping on my door. I ...didn’t respond and I heard my mother’s voice. ‘Petey? Petey please open the door and let me in. I have some dinner for you. You missed supper.’ Nothing more for a moment, then ‘Please? Peter, please let me talk to you.’ I had no choice. She was my mother and she said please. What could I do? I turned the lock and than moved quickly back to sit on. I went in and saw the freezer just inside the door and went to the counter to ask for the 3 ice creams. I had to queue behind a man who was being served by the teenage boy who was serving.When the man was finished he turned, saw me and I saw his eyes open wide. He mumbled something in a language that I didn’t understand then stepped to one side but didn’t leave.I tried to explain to the youth behind the counter but he didn’t understand English. I tried a couple of times, noticing that his eyes. Playfully, he glanced off to the side, as if pondering whether he should give her the pleasure she desired or simply tease her more-so, his raven locks hanging loosely over his crimson eyes as he stared off, wondering what she might do seeing him ponder denying her the pleasure she wanted, the thought making him quite curious as to the answer. He could sense her instinctual fears, and thusly he intensified the seductive , entrancing aura that kept her under his lusting spell.She starts to seem. Lord knows that more than a few times I've fantasized about fucking porn starlets or other actresses when I've been balls deep in her as well. Besides, she gets really slutty when I play it up for her, and I love how she moans when I'm biting her neck and mauling her tits just enough to excite with a pinch of pain to feel real, but not enough to hurt her. Though this is probably the first time I could think of when she was like this for me alone.We never left the living room, just kissing and.