Frank gave a start and then remembered that the young man at Magical Oddities had also known his name. He thanked his luck for finding another such pl...ce as he answered the old man. "I would hope so. Your window said something about disguises? I was wondering if I could get one." "Why should I help you?" "The police are after me. I've killed eleven people, but-but," he broke into sobs "I had to, otherwise my life would have been ruined. Now the police are here!" The old man shrugged and Frank,. What do you want, Christian?" Marion asked warily. It had beenalmost a year since he had last seen his high school bully and juststanding on his doorstep brought back memories of Christian walking overhim like a doormat. The redheaded 18 year old was already regretting hisagreement to meet up again - he never could say no to the taller, beardedboy. But he sensed a hint of reconciliation in the older boy’s tone and soMarion held hope that it would be worth it."Hey Mary, thanks for coming,". I closed the distance between us and took her in my arms, burying my face in her neck. Her aroma was overpowering; it flooded my senses, and I was unable to process any input other than her smell. She was talking, saying something, but it was as though in a different language, far way. If she struggled against my embrace, I didn’t notice. My embrace was too powerful for her to break. As I drank in her scent, moving my face all over her upper body and neck, she stopped resisting and allowed me. ” My fingers ran into her thick hair.Her crying, gradually reduced to sobs, but she was holding me tightly, her large breasts pressing at my chest, her whole body touching mine. I couldn’t control myself, my cock became hard and erect, since I was wearing a lungi, and my hardness was apparent making a tent. I was embarrassed; my body chemistry was beyond my control. But to my surprise, Gandhi’s 44 yr old mother was pressing her self, against me and my hard cock, I looked at her back, there was.