I am starting to reconsider my options here. I'm not complaining; she lets me touch her, but when will she let me f**k her. Yesterday morning she let me lick her, but last night she was all hot and cold again. I am not a man that likes playing games; I am a man that gets what he wants. Right now, I am not getting what I want; I am not getting what I need. I thought I could do this thing with her, but I can't. I have needs that need filling, and right now, my c**k is not filling anything.
So as I enter the kitchen, Mason is already there having his morning coffee, “It looks like you have been thinking.”
I look at him rather frustrated, “What are you talking about?”
He points at my face with a rather amused smile, “You got damn wrinkles over your ugly face.”
“Go away.” I snap
