I spent my leave at my mother's house, mostly in bed -- and in Miriam.She had lost a bit of weight and was nicely toned up, through working out in a g...ym twice a week. Her attainment of a diploma in business studies, and subsequent promotion to be assistant personnel manager at a local supermarket had increased Miriam's self-confidence. It had also increased her libido, judging by the amount of shagging we did; it was the most, and best, we had managed since our marriage.We did it slow and. He lay in the bed next to me naked. Carl is not the least bit concerned about his nakedness, and continued to chatter on about our finds. Tired or not, I had never failed to respond to his chatter or excitement, and yet this time there was nothing. Eventually he gave up and we dozed off. The icon, so sharp in its detail, so lifelike, held my mind's eye and I was unable to let it go. The next day Carl went to the University, leaving me alone in the house. I placed the icon on the dresser,. For instance, tonight I agreed to have dinner with my older brother, Kevin, who appeared to be avoiding me for the last few weeks. Kevin was five years my senior and gainfully employed, so I counted on getting a free dinner out of the visit as usual.Around seven-thirty, Kevin picked me up at my apartment then drove over to Enrique’s, a Mexican restaurant on the sketchy side of town. Kevin looked unimpressed, but I insisted on stopping there because they offered a good beer menu. Bells at the. I'd stopped breathing and I could hear the blood roaring in my ears. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled me toward her crotch. "Suck my panties, baby. I want you to suck my juices through my wet panties." I buried my face between her thighs and sucked at her soaking panties. I could hardly breathe, but I was starting to feel more calm and focused. "There, isn't that better?" she asked. I nodded as I sucked at the silk that tasted of her cunt. I was humiliated, but I couldn't stop."I want.