"Oh, my poor baby," she cried, kneeling onthe floor and pulling me into a long comforting hug. "We'll fix this,"she said, stroking my hair, "we'll ma...e it right." I sobbed into hershoulder for what seemed like hours, but was probably just a fewminutes.Mom leaned back, away from me, and took my face in her hands. "It'll beall right," she said, looking me in the eye. "But first, we gotta getyou dressed." She stood up and helped me up after.She looked critically at my chest. "You're right. I don’t mind the taste. It’s almost a turn on to kiss her after she’s had her mouth all over me. She gently probes her tongue into my mouth and I respond in kind, feeling a passion for her burning inside me. I want to be in control. To flip her onto her back and assert my dominance, pleasing her and making her scream in ecstasy. I love bringing her to orgasm over and over again, but a small voice in my head tells me to hold back and restrain myself. She started this. She is acting confident and. It was just a mom and pop type place nothing fancy just meat and veggies. We had a nice lunch and conversation and when we were leaving she asked me if I would go with her and help her check out something for her employer. I agreed and followed her to a motel not far from her work, she told me that since it was newer her boss had reserved some rooms for potential clients and wanted her to see what they looked like. Turns out it was a new place and their rooms were on the 10th. " The old woman shaded her eyes with a hand."Be nice," Karen said, poking me in the back of the neck. "She needed to prove a lot to you very quickly." She shot me!" I said in hard voice."Good point," Karen said. "Should I break her neck?" If you kill her, you're going to have to kill me," Michelle told us."Should I break their necks?"Michelle put her hand on top of her gun. The old woman grabbed Michelle's forearm."Please don't," the old woman said to Michelle. "I should have given him a little.