Handsome. Too handsome. The lust for him, the ones that terrified me, surged to the forefront. I closed my eyes, wanting to just suck on his cock once...again. I loved doing it to him when he was passed out drunk. When he didn’t know what a terrible mother I was.But... Clint’s words echoed in my mind. His life was being destroyed. He would be going to jail for loving his mother. His sisters. I couldn’t do that to my son. I couldn’t take us down that road, but I wanted to. I missed him. I hated. Use your services or whatever. Not like that." Then like what?" Emma asked back."Well, you know. Like those other duties as assigned of yours." What you mean?" she shrieked, "like some sort of class sacrifice of your entitlements?"Her grin was what made me love her."What? You don't want the fuck of your life?!! I'm a paid professional, mind you, employed in a top governmental capacity." Well, I hardly dare doubt that," I smiled back."I've returned to my island," Emma nodded, "I'm serving my. She had dark brown, almost black eyes, and reddish-brown hair. She was about 5’ 5” tall, and when not wearing her on-duty body armor, was very shapely. She lived with her parents in a northern Kent County township about 20 miles ‘as the crow flies’ from my place. She also hates the city and has a big bay mare she calls ‘Princess’. She was not looking to become serious, but if it happened, she would not complain about it. She also said that she had developed real feelings for Sara and if I take. She found that doing God's work was really fun.Realize that Gren always was a good Southern Baptist lady. She grew up in a very loving home near Nashville, Tennessee. Tom, her father. would always teach his girls that you do whatever a man ask. Especially if the asking is to help in the Lord's work.Gren had one time seen her daddy tell Kay, her mom, to kneel before Brother Al. Kay had done so immediately and then Tom said, "Brother Al, I would be honored if you would refresh Kay with the gift.