I sat there thinking about her having been around a bit by the time she was nineteen. I focused back on Terry and she was standing there with her robe...open showing off her hot little MILF body! I could not believe what I was seeing. She was not bad and tan lines to boot. And to my surprise her beaver was shaved except for a stripe above her slit. My cock went to full on hardon in .001 seconds. "What do you think? Come back here with me and let me help you get through this tuff patch." Terry . I asked her how she was feeling, and she said about how drunk she got, and remembered the club and intense dreams, and again I said I had to walk her to her room after the club and she was apologetic for being so drunk. She had zero recollection under the hypnotics, about the sex. It was good to validate the storyline so if she did have flashbacks it would be tied to her weird dreams, not the fact I drug fucked her two nights in a row. She said the club was a blast and wanted to go back that. She was very good at deceiving people. One of the last people I expected to show a violent streak was my aunt. She has always been the kind and gentle one I could come to in my moments of trouble. One day she just turned around and struck at her son, my little cousin. Now, there is no one I can trust. There is an epidemic of violence around me. It would seem that women are catching up to men in violent crimes. Women abuse their children and their spouse. Verbal bashing and slapping as well as. “I don’t know Sarah. That uhhh does sound a little odd but okay I’ll let you.” Sarah felt weird about it too. She was slow about doing it but Catherine let Sarah lean in and slowly and softly lay her lips against hers and once she felt Sarah’s lips on her lips it felt very nice to Catherine and Catherine told herself she’d do that again in a heartbeat. Sarah pulled away and saw Catherine’s smile. “You liked it did you?” Sarah said. “Yeah I guess I did,” Catherine replied. “It felt nice. No, it.