‘Hmmmm … keep doing that,’ I heard her croak softly. I did, but moved my hand gently to clasp a breast and trail my fingertips across a now-erec...t nipple. I could feel her beginning to squirm, making my erection even firmer. ‘I have to go,’ she said, struggling to escape. I released her reluctantly. I was becoming used to waking with her every morning and often making love before we rose. When she returned, I repeated her path to the bathroom before returning to the big, brass bed and the. “You looked pretty sexy in those tight jeans and tee shirt without a bra. Maybe you do try to seduce men with your body and don’t realize it,”“I like how I look and feel in tight jeans. I like to feel sexy. And maybe you’re right. I was attracted to you and I was writing an erotic story. I was turned on by how you looked at me, but it was very hard for me to invite you to my cabin. I’ve never done anything like that before.”“You followed your desire, your urge and overcame your fear and went. Go on! Take it down your throat again Oliver..." I gasped as I pulled my head back to get a good breath of air before he shoved his cock right back into my tight throat hole again. Zack was moaning as he continued thrusting into my face and he uttered some words under his breath saying, "That's it... Good boy Oliver... OHHH YEAH!... I think I'm gonna cum soon... Swallow all my cum!... Ohh!... Ohh shit, I'M CUMMING... OHHH! UHHH! UUHH! UHHH!... OHH YEAH..." Suddenly I felt a warm liquid. If men did not value the love and support of a good wife, there would be no incentive to marry.”“Wow! You certainly go off the deep end when somebody asks a question, don’t you”? She managed a smile.“Sorry about that. You just tripped over one of my hot buttons. It has become fashionable to portray men as some sort of flawed creature, simply because we respond to our biological imperatives. Wanting something viscerally and controlling those urges through learned civil behavior are two different.