I took them to my bedroom and spent most of the night adding cum to her pantyhose and sniffing the fresh scents of sex. The following Sunday would be ...nteresting. Gerald was a married man and held a position not only in the church, but in our small town as well. I had already spilled so much cum over those sex ravaged pantyhose, and that Gerald had fucked mom in her car, spilling most of it on her so sexy feet. Our church mens room has still got the old fashion trough. I made a point to go when. Was she alive? I heard the beeps on the machine speed up with my heart rate. She had to be alive. I promised her. She wouldn’t have to be afraid when she was with me. I promised.Angel. She was funneling money through her travel agency, but so were dozens of others, probably without even knowing what was happening. Angel just wanted to be with a rich, powerful man. So why did she bother with Davy Jones? Because he was strong?Brenda. She owned the condo. Did she know? She collected pictures of. She was so drunk she would be calling me by my father's name, Larry, and saying how much she loved me and she would pull me to her chest to dance with me. I could feel her chest on mine and she would be rubbing her body against mine while kissing me on my neck. I tried getting away from her but she would hold me tight. I hated Mom drunk like that so much. Late at night on my way to the bathroom I started to find Mom around the house half undressed or completely naked passed out cold drunk,. He heard her seat belt unclip as he switched off the engine. He turned to her as she said. “I’ve not congratulated you.” Then she kissed him full on his lips and held the kiss for several seconds before breaking off.Robert was stunned, his mind in a turmoil, his heart racing.He heard the seatbelt click; not daring to look at her he re-started the engine and pulled back on to the road. They drove back to the cottage in silence.Once inside, the lights had been set on low with the dimmer switch by.