He was too much of a head case to be around fallible, wishy-washy, and weak-kneed people. Those who didn’t understand the sacrifices he made on thei... behalf to protect them and to keep them safe from terrorists’ harm weren’t his friends and could never be his friends. As long as he had himself, he didn’t need any friends. Friends were just baggage. Now a lone wolf who’d rather go it alone than in a team, he didn’t need anyone. A loner, he didn’t trust anyone, which is why the CIA hired someone. It was a good 15 minutes of rythemic bed creaking and mom's goaning that ended with Clayton's loud roar of satisfaction that ended the nightmare for me.In a few minutes, my mmother rushed out. Her hair was still a mess and she had pulled the nightgown around her. I knew for the first time my mother was not wearing any underwear underneath.She sat next to me and held me. I needed the attention and buried my face in mom's massive bosom. Its softness always soothed my soul.That night we. I started making slow pushes and talk a little bit with him to distract his attention from pain.“have you been fucked before?”,I asked.“Yeah, my cousin .. Aaah… Fucks me sometimes…Aah”, he said“so how come …. You still feel pain?,” I asked“dude! His dick …Aah…Is half your ….Aah… Size and is not ….Ah … Very ..Aah… Thick..Aah.. Either”, he said while my speed increased.And soon I was pushing him on the tote with one hand and slapping him red on his white butt cheek with the other and fucking him. “Good,” she replied, and began planting tiny kisses up and down the length of it. Her hand cradled it tenderly, stroking lightly as her lips pressed time and again into the flesh, tiny licks of her tongue flicking at it. “Please, Cheryl,” I pleaded. “I want to kiss and lick you, too.” She paused. “You do?” “Yes!” She released her grip on my member and rubbed a forefinger through the precum that had oozed from the tip. Then she extended her finger toward my lips. “Kiss and lick me here,” she.