Electric Shocks and Hot Wax!

You’d confront them directly and in no uncertain terms tell them to shove their money, because that’s who you are. You see life from the perspective of black and white, with smidgens of gray. John fetish was a gentle and forgiving man, and he hated confrontations. I stopped attending his fundraisers altogether. He was very thoughtful tits and gentle with me. Although I still loved him, towards the end, he lost all interest in sex and intimacy. His research became an obsession which affected his health. John was true to his wedding vows though, as were you.” “I meant everything I said about your playing, Mary, We like many of the same things. Music, and antiques, to name a few.” “Don’t forget dancing, kissing, and fucking Michael?” And she reached down and lightly touched my manhood, “I adore being with a man who is not intimidated or turned off toilet by my exuberance. I’ve never made love like that before. I like it slow and gentle too, though, and getting my pussy licked, by you.” “You know, Honey, after experiencing your exuberance, first hand, I desire you more than ever. I’ll give it to you any way you want it, after that amorous and salacious blowjob, and the way you use your hair while sucking on my cock. It is a diametric contrast when you dress conservatively in a silk blouse and modest skirt, and definitely with your hair up, You instinctually comport yourself as a Lady. As ex-military I know. It’s in your bearing and posture. Not that you won’t stand up for yourself as you demonstrated when you slapped me. You were practically naked. You’re a little spitfire, and still, I can’t imagine you saying fuck, let alone any profanity in public.” “Thank you, and you never will, although, “Under certain circumstances, profanity provides a relief denied even to prayer.” So said, Mark Twain, and add literature to our list of what we have in common. We can attend the theatre together, and you will fit in just fine with my book discussion groups. How did you know they were South Sea Pearls I was wearing?” “There is a story regarding white pearls. I heard it from an honest man who sold me a necklace of them. He said when God cast Adam and Eve out of the Garden of Eden, their Hardcore tears became pearls.” “I never heard that story. My Grandmother called them mermaid tears. The pearl earrings were originally my great-grandmother's and passed down until they came to me. There is something special about wearing jewelry with a history. Take estate jewelry; I believe they have a small part of the essence, of the woman who wore them that adds to their luminescence. All the good qualities, the love, and the joy shared of the woman BDSM who wore the jewelry to be passed on and shared.” I was thinking; ‘Mary is a woman after my own heart. She will treasure any gift I gave her, no matter how big, or how small.’ “How do you feel about motorcycles? Do you want to be my biker babe, and ride with the wind in your hair?” “Do you have a scoot?” She asked, “I assumed those days were behind you?” “Scoot? It sounds like you’ve ridden before?” “Not in years, I still have my license, though, and I’d love to be your biker babe.” THE TIME PASSED QUICKLY, and it was soon, Summer, our Summer of Love. Sandy's head jerked up and she clenched her mouth and breathed heavily through her nose as the pain streaked throughout her body. ‘Wow, nice dick,’ I thought to myself. Good girls don’t offer their tits pussies to the first guy that sweet talks them.’ Isabelle’s eyes widened for a Hardcore second, then her eyelids drooped. She looked back fetish up at me and said” Daddy I only want you to teach me about sex and fucking and making love because I have watched you with mom and I see how you make her feel and that’s what I want to feel when I finally allow someone to have sex with me.” Here I was again with my mouth gapped open and barely able to stand but my dock never relaxed and stayed hard as humanly possible. The chocolate was keeping my cock hard and I was full of energy. They ran to the back yard with Sandy as soon as they were in BDSM the door. When she graduated from college with her PHD she got a professorship at our local college that was developing an astrophysics program in response to the continuing enlargement of that field of study and operations. More later. When the doorbell rang I took my coat off and answered the door. To be continued... I lean down between my co-star's legs and swiftly and nonchalantly lap her exposed pussy, rubbing my nose into the soft blonde fuzz covering her mound. This was it. The other cars had already left. Suddenly the bedroom light came on and he watched Mel come to the window, and take down the temporary towel toilet curtain.