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She felt so natural, so right, warm, snug and secure in my lap. I didn't just want to fuck this woman, or even rape her into submission (although I knew I would if I had no other choice). I wanted her to give herself to me, to surrender willingly to ME as her lover. I wanted my mother to want me, no to NEED me as much as I needed her. Shit japanese if there was any day you can ask for a miracle, and have a right to expect it to happen, it has got to be Christmas.
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"Thanks for breakfast mom, I love you," I said as I folded my arms across her breasts and wrapped her in a lover's embrace. I gave her real rape scene a long kiss on the cheek, as my dick gave one final spasm and was content.
All day Susan walked around the house with a silly grin. She was proud to have such a considerate son. Tonight would be fun. She had not been out in over a year. It had been a few months after Ron had died and some friends had tried to cheer her up, and reintroduce her to the dating world. She felt sorry for the poor stocbrocker they had brought xxx along. They had nothing in common, but if the truth be known, nobody would have been right for her. Ron had been her lover and best friend for half of her life. Frankly she doubted if she could ever love another man. Except John of course. He reminded her more and more of his father every day. 6' 2" 195 lbs good lookng, bright, funny; yep he was his Father's son all right. Even had that same mane of unruly brown hair.
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The All I Want...Series is different because I forced myself to write a new chapter only once a year. Not only were there established characters who could grow, who were impacted by time--but the Author has changed as well. The Jaz of 1998 is not the same Author he is today. I promise you the idea of a guy, who is supposed to be me, getting a double headed dildo rammed up his ass--uh that would not have happened in 1998. It scares the shit out of me to think what I may be writing about in 2001.
One more time, say it loud and proud: This is just a fucking story! It is not true, it is BS, I have an imagination, and I used it. No pictures, cuz this is not real.
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There, now I can rest easy.
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My name is Alan. I'm a fairly successful man in my late-thirties. I live in the suburbs just outside of Los Angeles, California with my wife Michelle, and our daughter Nicole. I keep myself in good physical shape by working out regularly at the gym, and I take good care of himself. I'm 6 feet tall, and weigh 180 pounds. I have brown hair, and am clean shaven. I've been told that I look like I am in my late twenties, and it wasn't long ago that I was asked for my ID when I was buying beer at the liquor store. Our daughter Nicole is a pretty girl with lots of friends at school. During the summer months our backyard pool is usually a busy place on the weekends because Nicole is always having her friends over for swim parties, and barbecues.
