Whatcha writing? Tauruss deep whisper startles me. He laughs when I jump and I look up into his eyes. I dont know, whatever comes to mind, I answer. S... school, drugs, and Tyler come to mind? he asks. Confused, I prop myself up on my elbows. Thats what I wrote? I ask, bewildered by what he just said. Girl, youre not the first to give me those feelings, and there is this fifth sense called touch that Ive learned to use well, he half jokes. I look down at the blankets, surprised by what Id traced.. Kat had started decorating cakes a few months earlier when her sister came to her in tears, upset that her son's birthday cake she had ordered from a "professional" cake shop was a complete disaster. Kat had always been very artistic. She loved drawing and did a bit of painting now and then but at the time she had never decorated a cake with more than canned icing. With her sister in such a state she had to help her out, and agreed to see what she could do.Kat hit the internet and researched. If you would please follow me..." With that he escorted me out to a new shiny black Bentley parked at curb. After graciously handing me into the rear seat, he pulled easily into the heavy early-evening traffic. The Bentley purred quietly through the city streets and twenty minutes later we found ourselves on a motorway, cruising through the rolling English countryside toward East Anglia.After another fifty minutes we turned in through an unmarked but impressive stone gate, cruising quietly. Mom!" Kenny said. his voice almost harsh with desire. "The same thing you want. I want to fuck your tight, little pussy, Mom! Now get on the bed, right now!" Oh... oh, Kenny, all right!" Kathy moaned. "All right, sweetheart, if you insist."Trembling and blushing with lust, Kenny's fuck-hungry mother rose and crawled onto the bed, sprawling on her back and waiting to see what her boy would do to her. Kathy gasped at his fierceness as he ripped open the front of her negligee, yanking it down to.