. worked up. So if you, did, you know, do something, it would just be to help me out, not because you wanted to, so that's not the same as i****t." Bu... Bobby, I'm your mother! What sort of mother gives her son a hand job?"'THE BEST!" he thought but settled for, "I don't think it's wrong for a mom to help her son feel better, if he's in pain and she's doing it to help him."She took another swig of wine and remained silent for a couple of moments, Bobby kept quiet and let her think, his cock. She sighed and shrugged her shoulders again. Oh well. Not much she could do at this point. Rachel deftly unhooked the back of her dress and slid the zipper down enough so that she could pull it over her head. Right before she did, she glanced at Kevin mischievously. Poor guy, she thought. He was staring straight ahead at the road in front of him, trying with all his might not to glance over at her body. She felt another little tingle as her warm buzz danced through her head. She was his prom. The excited snatches of conversation wrung out the end of the day better than any alarm could possibly have. I rose from my desk and my vision remained unnecessary and unfocused. I navigated the clutter of cubicles with a deftness only available after years of repetition. I gazed at the chirpy new workers and was reminded of the fact that the system here had long ago taken my personality. My spark. In the beginning I felt my corporate uniform had removed my individuality, little did I know. Then she lowered it out of sight and smacked the insides of Kristen’s naked thighs —“Father — Son ... and Holy Spirit.”She smacked Kristen’s naked pussy, hard.“Nggahhh!“ Tears sprang into the girl’s eyes. She bit down on the thing in her mouth. “Uh-eezh!” she said, trying to say “Please.”With the edge of the black heart, Sister traced a figure-eight about Kristen’s titties. Lightly, she tapped the girl’s nipples, which were hard from fear — but not just. At last, Sister raised the stick, as.