He’s my son too, Ada. I need someone to teach my business to as much as your family needs to provide the best opportunities for Dan in difficult cir...umstances.’ ‘I don’t know,’ Ada said, churning the options, all of the angles over in her mind. ‘Dan will think I’m abandoning him.’ ‘No he won’t, Ada. We’ve had a long discussion about this. If anything, his only reservation is the feeling that he will be abandoning you. But we’ve talked it out. I know he aches to go. And only a adverse reaction. Tossing her head back she moans, his mouth meets hers and tongues displace each other in their mouthsHis motions in and out and flicking become more rapid as her nectar flows out of her as if the tap were broken She feels his hard cock tensing in her hands and knows that the moment is comingHe feels her muscles contracting inside her and he intensifies the paceHer body shudders, first jolt spasms though her, she leans on him putting her head on his shoulderClosing his eyes he feels the pulse of. The blonde woman had an identical pistol in her large shoulder bag. Ned was wearing a safari jacket and brown pants. His leopard-print ascot provided a bit of color on otherwise subdued Earth-toned clothing—down to his buffed brown boots with their pebbled surface. The woman identified herself as Agent Karen A. Coalfield and she wore a puce-colored pantsuit with color-coordinated accessories. The second free woman, Mrs. Regina Harold, wore a formal black mourning dress that came down to her. Perhaps she wasdoing this to reclaim ownership of her changed body, and that had to bea good thing.Next, she started in on redecorating the place with pink stuff andpastels and muted aquas, like she was propagating her new tastes inclothing outward in all directions, and that was not a good thing.At first it was just her bedroom which developed frills and lacygauziness, and that was her territory so it was all right. That, too,Eric tried to take in stride. Certainly his own room had his own.