Sabrina looked shocked. “Mother would have spent every penny by Thursday,” she admitted, “Perhaps you could give me an allowance instead.”“...es, I don’t see why not,” I agreed, “I could set you up in an apartment, give you an allowance and a servant or two.”“He want’s you to be his whore, Sabrina!” the old bat whined.“That is an excellent suggestion,” I suggested sarcastically, “Indeed why bother with an apartment, you could move in here wth me and I could mount you where and when I desired,”. I had been constantly reminded of the 1,001 reasons why sliding my cock into her baby maker was simply "out of the question".I was not beyond begging Doreen to use her mouth on me when she was pressed for time and unable to get into position for spreading her ass cheeks nice and wide for entry. I figured we were both happy with that arrangement because it relieved her from the stress of worrying about an accidental pregnancy and I was able to shoot my loads with heartfelt satisfaction whenever. .. Mission certainly accomplished." He paused and began to stroke the scruff on his perfect jawline, "But now, I must inform you of my mission”“Oh?” She said, raising an eyebrow as she rolled onto her tiptoes.“To see you out of that sexy little number.” He said, dripping with desire. So forward! She thought. She couldn't help but drop her jaw with excitement. With some effort, Gabby managed to take a step toward the hunk of meat - her knees weak. His statement had caused her hand to. But you’re not in that position. Heather can still come back. You and her both still have something to hold on to.”“Sometimes I wonder if that’s better or worse, not knowing if it’s over.”My mom shifted in the sand. “Of course it’s better, Matt! Don’t you ever say that! If you remember nothing else from this conversation, then at least take that with you.” She sighed heavily and then whispered, “Believe me. The alternative is much worse.”I stared at the stars for a while, mulling her words.