“Well, I'm with my son, that I love so much, that it hurts. So, I can shed a tear or two whenever I want,” I put on the record.“OK, Roxanne,” ...Travis said.I looked at him fully clothed, and I needed those pesky clothes off him.“So, can I see your huge cock now?” I asked.“I can do that for you,” Travis replied.He got up off me, and began stripping. He started with his pants, they slid down to his feet. I wanted to pull his boxers down though. So, I got up, and pulled them down. As he took off his. She was wet and tight as hell,a perfect pussy. She was sensitive as fuck to, she moaned everytime I thrusted my cock into her, and she begged me to fuck her harder and harder. In almost no time at all she was cumming on my cock, almost squrting when she did. Despite her moans and pussy, I hadn't cum yet, so I took off her remaining underwear and flipped her over. She sucked me for a bit, just to taste her cum on my cock, which she loves, and I got on the bed to lay down so she could ride me for. " So, no more fucking any woman I want?" I asked her, pointedly."Well, no," Mary frowned. "Just, don't ruin their lives. Don't break up their relationships. Give them some happiness. And ... And maybe we should release the sluts." What?" I asked in surprise. "No, no. I love my sluts!" I love them, too, Mark. But, what if deep inside they're unhappy. What if they're like my mom. I say we give them a choice. Free them and let them choose to be with us." I'm not sure we can free them from the. Before I've even begun to touch you in a more intimate manner your deep breaths will give way to light sighs or low moans.. I’ll eventually work my way up your ribs heading slowly towards your chest. I'd pause slightly as I reached the edge of each breast as if asking for permission through your reaction.. With your approval I'd gently but firmly cup each of your breast.. Brushing my hands past your nipples through your bra, I'd lovingly massage/caress your tits. Eventually I'd rest my hands.