Then took some of my precum with her hand and massaged it over my cock. U need it to be slippery Gary, she jerks it hard with her firm handgrip that b...arely covers the girth of my cock.She uses both hands, I never thought it wud be this big, talking directly into my cock. She then sticks her hand into her pasta dish and cradles some white mushroom sauce and smothers my cock,, (ok that’s fucking different….but feels so good)“Do u mind if I have a taste, im not sure if I put enough salt in the. My first "date" with Robert and without my husband, Joe, was the Saturday after My Anniversary Fuck, as Robert refers to it.I spent the night and the next day till midnight with him, fucking a large portion of the time. But not all. We did spend a lot of time just talking between sexual bouts. Talking about everything in my life... Robert was becoming an expert on me and my life. Just before I left to return home, Robert told me he wanted to meet the rest of my family... my c***dren, and see my. My mind was raging like a forest fire. I was torn between my so called moral values and my human needs. What should I do ?That that evening Hansa Bhen did not go home. She cooked the dinner and around 8:30 pm served me dinner. After she had hers and the household chores were over for the day she came to my room sat on the mat on the floor and watched the TV with me. We made small talk but never brought up the topic which was burning my heart and mind since morning. I retired at around 10pm and. ’ she said hesitantly. ‘Mom?’ ‘Yes, sweetheart. What is it?’ I encouraged. She paused and bit her lip, trying to get the words out. I sat silently, waiting. ‘Mom . . .’ Then it came out in a rush. ‘I don’t know if I want a tutor!’ ‘What?’ I said, stunned. ‘Mom, it’s just that . . .Well, I don’t think I want a tutor. I don’t think I even want to be a goddess. ‘I don’t like being different from my friends. They all think I don’t have a dad, because I can’t tell them mine’s an angel that’s.