Gradually, however, he settled down -and after a while, he found that he could start talking to the camerawith a lot more conviction.He imagined that ...he was surprising Sam, asking him if he liked whatNatalie was wearing - the lovely dress, the sexy stockings, the highheels. He talked about his bright purple lipstick, and how good it wouldlook as he opened his mouth to receive the stiff cock that he was sodesperate to taste. Then he asked if maybe the special person he wastalking too wanted to. And now you're going to tell me." Oh, I am, am I?" I queried with a smile."Yes, you are, Mom. Because there are things you want to know. And I'm willing to tell you. But there are things I want to know too." Right ... we're trading off, huh?" Yep." Well, Meg ... I've been dong my part in sharing. I think it's your turn." Hmm ... I guess that seems fair," she replied.We had taken the same positions on the downstairs couch that we were in upstairs. I was on one end turned toward her and she was. Describe me. What do you see?D. A young Caucasian woman, perhaps 17 or 18 years old, long brown hair, around 5' 6" tall, fair complexion, maybe 115 lbs - Brown eyes. Anything else?J. Can you understand how strange it is to hear someone describe me like that?D. What do you mean?J. Jesus. It's not even the description. It's knowing that it's accurate. It's knowing that when I step in front of a mirror that is what I'm going to see. It scares me every time. [quiet] You were talking about. I told him to suck harder. I told him I like it rough. Just like I like it he sucked one nipple so hard it hurt while he pinched the other nipple and then he switched. I started grinding against his dick even harder as we started kissing again. I loved the way he sucked on my tongue.He asked me ‘how hard do you like it?’ I told him as hard as he could give it to me. He immediately grabbed a fist full of my hair and went back to work sucking, rubbing and licking my nipples. He asked me ‘if I was.