Still firm and tone at her age she thought."You are so beautiful mom." Are you sure about this Mary?" Sure about what mom?" as she unfastened the clas... on the front of her mom's bra."Mary, are you sure this is not the alcohol doing this?" Doing what mom? This?" Mary said as she hooked her thumbs into each side of the waist band on her mom's panties and began to tug them down.Rebecca's hands grabbed her daughter's hands and held them. They looked at each other. Mary smiled brightly and together. It afforded him great satisfaction to be able to excite and give pleasure to other men who enjoyed the same kinds of wicked fantasies that aroused him.Logging into his favorite story site, "Stroking Over Lolitas", he sent off his latest literary baby: "The Gift of Tongues: how littleMissy found the perfect birthday present for naughty Uncle Tim", byNoam de Plume. When the upload was complete, he repaired to bed, and resolved to be patient while waiting for responses to his newest offering. He. .." I can feel something touching my hair. I turn swiftly. "You wouldn't know the first thing to do with a naked woman." Allen chokes and tries to play it off as laughter. He blushes. Hmm, that's cute. "Yes I would!" he awkwardly rushes the sentence. "Mmmmm-hmmmm..." I smirk, unimpressed, look him up and down, and hop off the bar stool. I'm standing right in front of him now, practically nose-to-nose, staring him down, willing him to back away, yet feeling the tension fizzing between our. Not exercising enough? That's a beating. Working any muscle groups other than my stomach or ass? That's a beating. Squats and crunches were mandatory, He demanded a tight, round bubble-butt.And then the big day came. I don't remember being knocked out, but He obviously d**gged me or something. One minute I was standing in the kitchen, washing up the plates from the breakfast I had prepared for Him and then the next thing I knew I was waking up in what looked like a mixture of an operating room.