It was completely submerged in darkness and I had a weired feeling that someone was watching me. My walk quickened as I reached the middel of the alli... when something or someone jumped at me. I screamed and fell waving my arms crazily. " Stop, stop! I didn't do anything!!!!" I looked up to see a friendly face. The homeless man was dirty and smelled like smoke and garbage. " GET OFF ME!!!!!" He moved quickly away and whimpered as he craweled into a corner. I felt sympathy wash over me and I. Unlike everyone else here, you know those streets and its people and understand what can be done ... and what can’t, or shouldn’t.”“So it’s official then, I get to be the token boy allowed to peek into the girl’s club tree house? An ex-convict that’s never going to be as squeaky clean or snow-driven white as even a pair of week-old worn panties. Speaking of which, when is lingerie night around here?”“Sweetie,” she laughed, “for you, lingerie night is anytime you knock on my door! I can tell. The feeling came on me that Winnie knew I was there and very happy that I had come to see her. In my mind I explained why and what had been happening in the valley recently. The warm feelings persisted. When I mentioned the five soiled doves that were staying at the ranch and what I had done and hoped for them, it suddenly was warmer.My mind traveled to what I planned for the Mennonites and of selling the land that was in her estate. The warm feelings stayed with me. I went into more detail. Mom hugged me from behind, her hands sliding up to grope my breasts through my dress. I didn’t have a bra on beneath. Mom squeezed and kneaded into my big boobs. I shuddered. My nipples ached and throbbed, my pussy growing hotter.“I’m going to lick every inch of my daughter’s body,” purred Mom, the incestuous rush shooting through me. “You ready to see the fun begin?”Mrs. Armstrong just swallowed, her hands clasped tight before her stomach.“Say it,” Mom said. “Tell us to make love, or that.