I'll fix us something there."Not a smile ... not a single pat on my crotch ... damn she sure took me for granted ... but I was getting as turned on by...what I thought she was thinking as she was.While we drove, she continued to ply me with questions about "bizarre" sex."What's in those movies?" Just the usual, screwing and blow jobs ... just doing away with any semblence of plot." I thought they were kinda far out ... tying up the girl ... and plastic pricks and such!" Well sure, some of them.". I also noticed how her t-shirt clung to her boobs, accentuating them.She nodded as I entered and then apologised for her parents being grumpy earlier. I told her not to worry, that it couldn’t be easy for people of their age to readily accept having a stranger suddenly thrust upon them, especially in their bedroom, in effect. She thanked me for my understanding, then said she needed to lie down and try and get some sleep. I said I was just going to bed too. I took off my jeans and climbed up to. " Oh fuck, MOM... oh, oh, oh yes..." Do you like the way I'm finger fucking your pussy Baby?" Yes, it's better than when Stan does it... faster Mom please... I'm about to get off..." No baby, not yet, I am going to eat your pussy and make you cum over and over..."..."Oh shit that is even better... fuck... fuck... oh yes suck my clitty."Later as Beth raised up and looked down at her sexy daughter who had just cum forcefully, her legs spread wide open, her pussy open and wet from her juices and. Not only did I spite myself - but I devastated a beautiful, caring young woman. So much so, that she refused to fall in love again. She couldn’t face the prospect of another heartache, another loss, another traumatic episode. Well done, Richard, you bastard. So, what now? My eyes fixed on Gaynor’s words and found that, somehow, they were amazingly kind. Yes, she referred to “rock bottom… a horrible day… pain and heartache.” But there was no accusation, no finger-pointing, no recriminations..