No, of course not. How barbaric do you think we are? I take them along the coast to the corporation sanitarium, although I haven’t done that trip in...years. They don’t live long, even when surrounded by human doctors and nurses; they just can’t cope with the initial travel. You’re a lucky one as you’re not exhibiting any of the usual signs of lunacy!” “Well, that satisfies me and I have a proposition, the real reason for this trip.” Captain Brown said, looking sheepish.“You met Becky, my. Susan had gotten her car out of the deep snow on the hill and backed back down at speed. This time, she didn't pause, but immediately tried again, just as fast as the last time. She made the curve though, and tires spinning wildly, barely made it over the crest of the incline as Arlene cried, "Go, Meemi!" After two more inclines that weren't as steep, she stopped as she saw the next one. It was just as steep as the other steep one, but unknown to her, if she made this one, the others weren't as. 'Get licking pussyboy son of mine, clean that filthy spunk off my mommy panties now you sissy pervert!'Slowly I bent my head down to the gusset and momentarily let the heady aroma of her cunt juices and warm sperm assail my nostrils. She wasn't in the mood to wait, she pushed my head downwards and I took the gusset in my mouth and licked and sucked the goo from the material.'Don't take all day slut!' she yelled. 'My pussy is sore and I need it soothed with your tongue, mommy's pathetic little. I hope you enjoy! * Susan and Bill Wytheson had been happily married for 9 years. Bill was the new CEO of a successful chain of clothing stores along the West Coast. He had worked long and hard for his success, as had Susan. She had continued her work after college to help financially so that Bill could continue his studies to obtain his MBA, and had endured times of loneliness as her husband and lover traveled frequently during his climb up the ladder of success. Susan sat relaxed in the.