"That's it, Sweetie, get that tongue nice and deep. Suck it all out ... yes ... just like that. Eat Momma like a good boy. Get all that nasty cum of y...urs out of there. Momma likes that."Zach was in heaven. He'd loved eating his mother last night and now he was thrilled that she was letting him lick and suck her again, especially since her steaming cunt was overflowing with the cum he'd shot into her. He sent his tongue deep into her, the probing lance teasingly circling the hot pink folds of. She came home with me awhile back and never left. Kay is a friend of hers. They used to watch each other's backs. She needed some place to stay, same as Baby; she knew the deal and was happy to get it. You ought to see the show they put on when I bring the guys from the office over to fuck them." Wait, you bring guys home from the office to fuck them and you watch?" Oh yeah, after I came home and found you and what's-his-ass, that started to become a fantasy of mine. Now with the two of them, I. He'd bring his son, and we'd make it a guy thing. (I had 2 daughters)A about 9 days had passed since the funeral, and Bill and I had talkedevery day since his arrive. It was time for the 3 of us to head to the lake.I had booked a rustic cabin from friend of mine that featured a wood burningstove, couch, double bed and bunk bed.There was one old oak table, with a variety of odd kitchen chairs.The first evening, we arrived fairly late so it was a quick snack, and tobed for Bill's son Grey.. ."The woman continues to ramble on about her teenager's interests, but your eyes focus on the book she discarded like it was trash. It had the classic white cover, the red banner at the top, and the Bantam Books logo in the corner. It was an original copy. But not just any original copy. The title jumps out at you in bold violet lettering—THE TRAP OF THE TRICKSTER.What. The. Fuck. Is this a dream? How in the world does this lady have a copy of the rarest of all gamebooks, and how did you not.