It's in your head and in your heart. It won't let go of you. It's there all the time, just like you are with me all the time. I don't have a minute th...t I'm not thinking about you and wondering about you. Even when I'm asleep, you're in my dreams. I can't help it. There's nothing I can do about it. I'm in love with you, Catherine. I want to marry you. I want you with me for the rest of my life. Yes ... yes ... I meant it then and I mean it now."Both of us had put our coffees in the holders or. As she looked at me, she grabbed her tits and forced them back into the small cups of her bra.The bra did nothing to provide her massive mammaries any support. With her tits flopping around under the thin bra and her belly flesh jiggling, my well fucked mother walked up to where Heather and I sat.She leaned forward and kissed my lips. "I'm ready for you my son." she whispered.Heather stood up and started to walk to the door. "Don't start without me." she warned us as she ushered the men out of. She had Sally hold up her tits with her hands to Amud, putting them mere inches from his face. In my silent rage, I imagined his hot, fetid breath caressing those orbs as he leaned forward, drooling down his chin, soiling his expensive silken tie. In actuality, he could hardly breathe, he was so scared, and he moved away from the temptation, not toward Sally. I didn't care. I saw what I wanted to.When Bala began touching Sally's tits, tracing the welts with the tips of her finger, making. That dream was like something out of a movie, a western. There was this man with his rifle, came up on some bad guys and he was in a gunfight with them. I'm just standin' at one side, like some ghost, watchin' all this happen. It's in the hot desert, there's sand and cactus and this fight's goin' on in a dry wash. He shoots these guys who're shootin' at him, and he get's 'em. Kills 'em. Then I see he's saved these two Indian kids. The boy, he's younger, and he's hurt; and the girl, she must.