Yearning for more i took my pussy to him leaving only my head and shoulders on the couch. I cried out to him to eat more of my slick wet pussy. He lic...ked his lips. Then he did something i didnt expect. Bobby jumped up me and clamped his legs around my curvy waist his body pressing down on my taut thighs. I didnt want him to get off me though his fur tickling the insides of my thighs my pussy aching to be searched. He moved forward positioning himself his cock just inches away from its goal. I. What I discovered was that a lot of girls wanted me in bed more for the conquest than for the pleasure of my company. They wanted to bed the famous author. They wanted to sleep with the guy who had slept with (insert Playboy Playmate / model / actress’ name here). They wanted to bag a rich guy so they could quit their job and have me support them. I lived with a few women, slept with a whole lot more – and never once did I find that girl, the one that made me believe romance was a possibility.. "I'm sorry," I said, "I apologize." No, no," she said, "this won't do. You were quite vocal in youraccusations that I turned your son into a woman, I think you shouldapologize properly." Properly?" I asked."Just like you thanked me properly before," she said.With my face burning with humiliation, I got off the sofa, then turnedto face her."I apologize for accusing you of turning our son into a woman," I saidand dropped a deep curtsey."Apology accepted," she chimed. "Now, as far as your own. ”“Yeah, I know,” she said almost sadly. “Mom’s good for ‘Mom and me’, but I don’t think ... even if she brought Harv.”“No drinking, either,” I said. “Maybe beer, but not for anybody that’s flying.”Deena’s REALLY regretting having to go away for the weekend. I feel bad, because I’m selfish – I get Bill all to myself for a couple of nights, and my OTHER mate is SAD.“Sometimes it just really sucks,” she said.That’s ‘upset Deena’. She’s usually careful with her language.Sometimes there’s justice in.