”Paul just said, “Ok mom.”As I wrapped my arms around Paul’s neck, I felt his left hands slide down over my ass cheeks, and then his hands sli... to my inner thighs… with his fingertips dangerously close to my pussy. My clit was buzzing as I felt my son’s hands holding me in such an intimate way. Then once we were in place I said, “Ok honey… lift!”As Paul lifted me out of the tub, my crotch was raised, and his hard cock pressed right between my legs. At the same time, he adjusted his grip under. She was not a young woman at all, maybe about forty-five, 1 meter.sixty tall, and she appeared overweight, but was still beautiful and petite. She wore a yellow dress, which had a top with a low neck, leaving the beginning of the line that divided both tits just above her knees as she sat. She had been assigned the aisle seat. instead of by the window. Mine was the window seat. I placed my luggage in the compartment overhead, and then went to sit down, having to make her move.“Yeah, go ahead,”. Hemp, I think.David, too, was now quite dead.I had been watching their vacation house for two days after hiking in from over ten miles away.It was a secluded log cabin in the Cascades with no one around for miles. He and his wife had retreated there just before I killed his Aunt Doris. . An alibi, perhaps. As I watched him swing gently, my mind went back to earlier in the evening, when I had taken them both by surprise individually and incapacitated them, and the events leading up to where I. I really wish I could tell her this stuff, or at least rip this page out of my journal and mail it off to her. But I just don't have the guts. Maybe someday ... yeah, right. sigh...Dear "Jen",I was so happy when you told me you'd be back in Florida for two weeks housesitting for your great aunt! I've missed you so much since you moved to DC.Last weekend was great! Still, I'm a little disappointed that it didn't turn out even better. I think you might even have a hint of my feelings toward you.