I cried a lot, and spoke while sobbing. I could hardly utter a sentence without crying in the middle.When I finished he brought me some cold water to ...rink and gave me a prescription for some medication that would make me sleep at night, saying that sleep was necessary if I wanted to continue with my studies.He then went on and told me that based on my story he could diagnose both my mother's problem and mine."Your mother is what's known in the public as a Nymphomaniac, or also known as. " I'm going with you. If you need help, I want to be there."I was going to say no but I would rather have her with me than to worry about her somewhere else. "Okay, but you have to do exactly what I tell you, no matter what."She nodded while getting out of bed to slide into a pair of Jeans. We both wore jeans, dark T-shirts, and work shoes.I rummaged in the closet for the AR15 I bought. I was tearing up the closet till I remembered, I had left it in the wrecked truck behind the seat, damn. I. In spite of that I waited with baited breath for the answer."I'd rather not Sir." Michelle curtseyed at the same time as replying."'I'd rather not Sir' have you ever heard such a wimp Lyn?" Wes wasgetting into his stride, mimicking Michelle's reply and it was a side ofhim that I remembered caused me to dump him.This wasn't the time for that thought to prevail though and I justremember giggling, I thought it so funny and I knew that at any minuteMike would re-emerge and claim me as his."Go and. ” “Do you ever imagine that happening,” he said, running his hand through her hair. “No,” she said. “I always come. And you always finish in my mouth. You always shoot in my mouth.” “Is it a lot?” “It’s always more than I can swallow,” she says. “I try, but it runs down my chin and drips onto my chest. The thought of that usually makes me come again.” “That’s very exciting,” he breathes. “That’s very exciting.” “Can I have it?” she said. “Yes,” he said, “you need to suck my cock now and eat my.