" I panicked a bit,did he regret me having SRS; would he have preferred me as I was beforethe SRS? I hoisted myself onto one elbow and looking him in ...the eyesasked, "What do you regret?"He gave me that crooked smile and answered, "Not meeting you earlier inmy life." Then he kissed my nose.I melted into his arms I was oh so happy!Friday, we left Kylie and Carl and flew back to London, this was thefirst time I had been into our new apartment, it was wonderful. Amy andBarbara had done a brilliant. . my precum," the boy moaned, hot as he was seeing his mother underneath him, looking up at him and his cock like a wanton, sex-starved whore and talking lewdly to him. He didn't think he would last very long; just her words were making his balls rumble, and her fingers wrapped around his dick were almost too much."Such a hot fucking cock my son has..." Stephanie cooed looking at it from up close, before she started rubbing it all over her face. With her eyes closed, she used just her index. “Why?”“It limits our routes. I don’t like having only one option to get from the office to the highway or back to the house,” she said.“I’m not sure we can do much about it,” I said.Our office complex had been built close to the mountain, behind the golf course. We had paid the city for road improvements and even paid for a lift up the mountain, so people could ski, in-season, before or after work or even over lunch. It was one of the most popular perks we offered. Most of our staff had. Oh God, Mom, look what he's doing to me. Look what he did to me. Oh my God, he's sawing through my nipple. I.. How did I survive it? I.. I don't, I don't want to remember it. God Mom, please make him stop. I don't want to see it. To relive it.' 'You stinking son of a bitch. Turn it off. Stop it. Don't make us watch any more. No more of this. Turn it off.' 'What and miss the detachment? Not fucking likely. It's the best part, the sweet part of parting as they say.' Me: .