All he wanted to do was comfort her and make her pain go away."I love you, Mom." I love you too."And then there was silence. Bobby continued to stroke...her back and soon her breathing got deeper -- and then he heard the soft snore he had become so accustomed to. Bobby closed his eyes and worried about his mother. She missed his father so much that he was afraid she wouldn't survive.Bobby awoke with a start. He was disoriented and tightly clutched the warm body on top of him. She was straddling. She tried sucking on it but it was just too big around. She could get the head in her mouth and that was about all. "Do you think this will fit in me?" she asked."I think you'll be pleasantly surprised," he said. Then he moved down to add moisture with his tongue and do a little probing with his fingers. About this point she reached over and held my hand, which was the first time in ten minutes that I had existed in this scene. I was happy she was including me.Bill put the tip of his juicy. " "Sounds fine to me Monica. Do you have help to pack up?" "Yes, I do, so when I get here it will just be mostly clothing anyway and we'll have it put away in no time. I do have a lot of candles though. I hope burning candles won't be a problem." "No, of course not. I like candles too." "So it's set then?" "Sure Monica. Done deal. I'll expect a call next Friday and I'll have your room ready by then." Monica got her coat, a faux fur, and left in her BMW. 'Nice little car' I. Women aren't scared of walking down the streets at night, and rape is unheard-of. There are very few angry people in Copurnia. Hence this next story's possibility... I used to walk the streets at night, looking for sexual adventure. One night I was out when I looked into a window off the street with the curtains half-drawn, and saw a young woman sitting on the toilet fingering herself. She was rubbing her clit with her left hand while she pulled her right hand pointer finger in and out of.