“So, Mom, when did you start dating Dad?” asked Andrew. At fifteen he had barely begun dating himself. The entire concept of his parents dating wa... foreign to him.Jessica’s eyes widened at this. “Oh, well, I mean, I always knew your father. We grew up together and went to school together from the first grade on. Still, I didn’t officially ‘date’ him until I was about Toby’s age or so. I guess we were sixteen, although he was a few months older than I was. It’s been about twenty years or. Let's go shopping." While we shopped I couldn't help but notice all of the men (and a few women) who either simply stopped and stared at Sasha or nearly broke their necks doing a double take as we passed them. It made me feel how truly lucky I was to have her at my side and to have her love. "It's a pity, don't you think?" said Sasha. Her comment caught me off guard. "What's a pity?" "I see you checking out those people who are checking me out," she laughed. "The pity is that none of them will. Her breasts in particular felt particularly nice against his chest, but that was nothing compared to the sensation of the outer lips of her pussy rubbing against his rock-hard cock. He also found himself enjoying her smell, a surprisingly tantalizing fragrance under the circumstances. Everything about her drove him wild with lust."You know in the end you're going to give in to me," she told him as soon as she broke off the kiss. "Why fight it? Whether you take me now or later, it's still going. Their capture had been pedestrian in its ordinariness. Ignominious, really. No blazing shootouts like Buster had been hoping for. No standoff, no hostage negotiations, no heroics.Just two sickos, blinking in surprise into the glare of a flashlight, being led down the steps of a shabby motel. Jin wearing pajama bottoms, his mother a flannel nightgown. Handcuffed.Other than the battering ram, nothing very dramatic for such horrific crimes.In a cinematic way it would have been nice to have a more.