Samantha straddled Hannah's body and positioned herself kneeling across her chest.Hannah looked up at Samantha's face and then her gaze dropped to her...mound and damp swollen lips. Samantha shifted forward until she was kneeling over Hannah's face and then she reached down and pulled her pussy open, spreading her lips wide.Hannah looked at Samantha's vagina, her spread lips, her clitoris poking from its protective hood and her inviting depths so wet and glistening.Samantha could feel the breath. “I’m collateral damage in a holy war. Al-Qaida could send a bomber and blow it up. No one cares what is right. They only care about who is right.”“Tony, you taught me that I should depend on the people who care for me. Now you need to do the same thing. Make the damned call.”I called. Clarice and Doc both agreed to meet us at the chapel. We talked. Clarice made a couple of phone calls. Bob Bowers showed up and added his perspective. He’d warned me I was a piece in a minor religious war between. She was trying to leave n I forced her with my hands n pleaded not leave n started to pass my hands on to her boobs from top. Man!! That was a beautiful moment n I got instant hard in my dick. I started squeezing her boobs n they were of real good stuff with shape n flesh. She forcibly stood from the chair n walking towards the door. I dragged her with my hand n made her sit on the cot beside the table. I put my both hands on her boobs again n squeezed them for a moment. She was resisting. But what we are doing is wrong…you have to stop….” He cut me off mid-sentence, “Mom, this is the effect you have on me. If I react this way just thinking about you, this cannot be wrong. My body would not react this way if it was wrong.” He reasoned. “Tell me that you do not have the same feelings. Tell me you are not having the same reaction right now.”I did not know what to do or say; I was, in fact, growing wet right there in front of my son. So I simply repeated myself, “We can’t. This is.