Now my tongue was back in her, wiggling around.“Oh, that's incredible!” gasped Mom.“Mmm, yes,” I moaned, rubbing my face into my mother's twat... I savored every last moment of this. I reveled in the treat of devouring my mother's pussy cream while my own orgasm built and built.Mildred's tongue brushed against my hymen. She caressed up and down my slit. I was so close to my climax. To that wonderful moment when I would tremble in delight. I whimpered, reveling in my mother's pussy. The things done to these kids, by both men and women, the violating of helpless boys and girls ... what had shocked her the most was the "Life Of" series. Literally, a record of everything done to a particular kid, from when they were first brought in, healthy and frightened, to ... when, beaten and lifeless, they were killed ... human beings BOUGHT these monstrosities!Kine, however, focused on the important words he'd spoken."There's another slave barracks?"The boy pointed towards the. My mom lives back east, I don't want to go back there. I have thought of Alaska, but the cold weather sucks. I might just stay here in SoCal." "You can stay as long as you want. Please call me Margie, Margie is what your dad called me, my friends also." "Okay, Margie it is. Is there any cold beer here? If not, I'll go get some." "No beer, but I have some wine and your Dad had a bottle or two around here someplace. What would you like?" "Wine is fine, I'm not a hard liquor drinker other that. That, too, my college mate. We were in a relationship and enjoyed very much in college days. But later he left for the US. Rarely he comes to India. Whenever he comes, we still have fun. But that’s very rare and that’s why I asked your help. Hope you’re ok with it and will help me out.”I told him that I’m straight but single. Frustrated and wanting to lose my virginity. But I don’t want to do with any prostitute. I told him that I will help you out but on one condition. He curiously asked what.