ask for it by name You start to caress my clit with your finger…OH…no…Circles and circles…caress after caress I drop my head back and tell you ‘Oh god I want you right now…don’t make me wait another minute…!’ You laugh and tell me ‘It isn’t time! Baby’ as you keep circling and touching…oh god I am so close to the edge …you must be able to tell because you instinctively stop and slowly start to kiss me again…slow passionate kisses….heavenly…passionate torture. Your letting me squirm…and I know it…as I slowly take. I learned my two older brothers already knew and even my younger brother knew mom was fucking other men behind dad’s back.I guess the way dad always praised mom for being a wonderful, loyal, respectable woman I believed she had and always was loyal to only dad.When I think about all the times I could have put two and two together and known mom was nothing but a slut, a fucking bitch in heat I realized I must have inherited the same gene mom inherited from her mom and passed on to me. I am. At the ripe old age of 17, I moved out on my own. Lots of things hadhappened during the time that I found that I was special and when I gotmy own place. Without a wardrobe, I had plenty to do and also plenty ofexciting experiences ahead of me. I got the courage to go to a high endstore and buy some lingerie (for my girlfriend). I was in heaven! Iremember them being the Olga brand and very pretty. I also found somenylons in a small neighborhood marked and got the courage to buy them.OK, enough.Read More
