* Decision making can be defined as an act of choosing one scenario or set of actions over another. Most decisions are relatively simple, such as what...to have for supper, or which shirt to put on in the morning. Some however, are life changing alterations that can have a monumental impact in shaping the course of our future. It is this type of decision for which I face, and I can honestly say that I am truly afraid of making the wrong choice. You see my dilemma stems from the fact that my. Doris's Hands slithered over her belly until she was holding the lips of her vagina; carefully, she spread them open; parting her thighs, bending her knees. George bent over the bed, stared into the pink opening; as the slit opened, the tiny clitoral spire became visible. The hardness at his crotch increased and his lips became suddenly dry."Now," said Doris, "start creaming my pussy now!" She half-lifted her buttocks, pointed her pelvis at his face.His finger trembled as he moved it to the. After that she was able to find things to do around the house until it came time for her to head out to the job at the assisted living facility shortly after the sun disappeared behind the mountain to the west.Her mother’s live-in companion Reggie took great pains to cultivate her for late afternoon blow jobs and she didn’t mind getting on her knees for him because he took good care of her mom and his cock was delicious enough that she usually swallowed his stuff to get rid of the evidence. “Good… a little nervous,” she admitted. But her voice had a husky tone and he could tell she was enjoying herself so far.He leaned closer to her so that his chest touched her back slightly, and he kissed her neck, just below her ear.“Hmm…” she moaned.He started to suck at her skin, more and more intensely, until her moan became more like a whine, but still she didn’t protest. She’d definitely have a hickey, but nothing too bad. He kissed the skin around it, very tenderly in contrast, and then.