I could hear the girls talking in the kitchen, so I hit the bathroom and made my way in there."Well, good afternoon, Sleepy Head." I'll take any kind ...f head I can get." Oh, Poor Baby. You should have asked." I did. That wasn't on the list." No, you're right. Maybe I can think of something to make it up to you later."I went over to the stove, where she was rolling up a crepe filled with strawberry jam and kissed the back of her neck."Stop it. You'll make me mess up." Oh, great. Now I can't even. Thank God, graduation was just a month away. Salt had expected to hear from Benjamin and was surprised he hadn’t called. She’d been browsing the Internet and Googling and and, as a result she had some remote idea of how her finger in Ben’s ass had brought the dead back to life. Even though she’d expected to hear from him, she lived in the fear being unable to repeat her ‘miracle.’ And what would he do then? She didn’t know whether to be glad or sad that he hadn’t contacted her. Thoughts like. I seemed to be moving from peak to peak,ever higher in my wild pleasures and trails of fire raced through mytrembling body as my lips, still meshed to mother's rapacious lips drankof her essence in that wild, passionate and thoroughly wicked,incestuous kiss. I seemed to spurt and spurt till, at last, I slowed andstopped. Beneath me mother seemed to flow from shuddering climax toshuddering climax and her lower limbs, wrapped about my body, squeezedme with wild abandon as she panted and moaned in. My lipstick, also in her shade, began toblur into hers. Her way of owning me was to re-create me inher image. My hair, dyed the same auburn color and done inher razor-cut shag style, reached out and merged with hers.Continuing to hold eye contact, Mistress leaned down andlightly pushed me to the floor. I fell back in a timelessrapture. Her fingers remained wrapped in my hair and shetwisted her hand, increasing the intensity of her controlover me. Her other hand slapped my cheek hard, bringing.