“Come on, John, for real?” Peter urged. “Find out for yourself, “John answered coolly. “Ask her nice enough and I dare say she`ll take you i... the storeroom and tug you off.” “I`ll do no such thing!” Catherine stormed as a gale of laughter greeted the suggestion. “Why not, wrist to sore from it?” Sam demanded. “No,” John put in, “more like from frigging her own cunt!” “Does that, does she, the dirty baggage?”Peter asked. “Sure she does, most night,” Sam answered. “You must have heard her, for. "Still sleeping, I wish he would wake up," Linda said sadly."He will..." Sasha started to reply but tears came to her face as she sat down."You had a hard time. Didn't you?" Linda said.Sasha started crying harder as she nodded her head.Reaching out, she pulled Sasha into her arms to hold as she cooed to the young girl. "I know you're hurting and all. You're worried about your brother and miss your mother. I bet it was one of the hardest things you have ever had to do. I've seen it a thousand. I grabbed his balls gently and played with them. I slapped the balls and watched him shout, “Owwww”. I turned around and sat in his face. He started eating my pussy. He was slow and gentle and I felt chills. “Ahh”, he bit my pussy lips gently. I took his dick in my mouth. I made it hard again. I also played with his balls.He spanked me and started to rub my asshole with his thumb. I liked it. We changed positions and I sat on all fours for him. He pulled out the ropes from his bag and tied me. Now there was a record to shoot for.When I finally dragged my ass home that Sunday my mother asked, “Are you fucking Theresa?”I remand silent trying to think of something to tell her that she might believe.Mom said, “Normally she comes by on Thursday for sex with me and she didn’t show up. I figure that she was getting it elsewhere. Plus her silence led me to believe that you were her outlet now, otherwise she would have been bragging about her new conquest.”I started to say something but.