Amusingly enough, I found my own thoughts paralleling those of the more moderate right, and the prevailing attitudes today: If you find me offensive t...o look on, look somewhere else.My God, I thought with a dim trace of amusement, I'm turning political.When posts by Flicker started appearing in threads I'd posted in, though, defaming me for all to see, it started to be hard to look somewhere else. Mostly they consisted of irrelevant personal attacks: "Why would you listn to hre she had th. I don’t want such an angel to have tears in her eyes. Why don’t you smile for me?” for which she gave a cute blush that still excites me. Taking it a green signal, I played with her hairs and pinched her in hips and cheeks for which there was zero resistance. Planning how to make her fall in bed, I demanded her glass of water. The moment she walked, I got the view of her as crack. My monster in me pushed me from the seat.I ran being her and hug her tight placing my penis right in middle of her. Twice a day at least, and i cummed more when i masturbated to my mother than when i had ever had sex before. Whenever i saw her in lycra about to go to the Gym or in tight fitting shirts or shorts. I wanted those boobs in my mouth and those legs wrapped around me.It happened almost a day to the day when I first saw her in a sexual way in Portugal. I had masturbated so much to her i had gotten careless. This time i thought the house was empty and so i left my door unlocked. She had come home. " Dag," I thought as I slowly climbed the stairs. I knew what was coming.More supplies and a towel spread out on the bed which she had me lay on. Lilla cleaned me, ran a damp washcloth over cock, balls and rear. Then she fluffed me, stroked and sucked me, toyed with my rear opening with finger and tongue, maybe getting me harder than I'd ever been. At my hardest she slapped some goo on me and made a mold of my cock."Surprise, stud muffin. I miss your wiener sometimes when you're not around..