'Nearly two hundred pounds for this? I wondered if I could claim therefund. I may as well try for free money. I booted up my computer andlogged on to ...he website.This was strange, there was no menu or anything. Just a face of a gothwoman. She had long dark hair, pale skin and black lips. Her eyes weresurrounded by black eyeliner and purple eyeshadow. On top of her hairwas a black tiara with purple stones in it. The picture started to talk."Aah, my latest victim," the voice said. I went to close. I was very normal son to my mom till when i Was 18 years of age and my mom was about 38 years. My mom got married at a very young age hence even after 19 years of giving birth to me she is very young and beautiful. She was very fair with smooth skin, big eyes, long black hairs, bulging breasts, very big asses. I never thought my mom sexually and till this day I was saw that incident. But it all changed one night when i got up from sleep to pee and noticed that the lights of the hall is on. I. So marring him off to the daughter of another firm that wasn't after money only a good business deal made sense, and so here I am the deal maker twenty years later stuck with my dickless wonder.Can you understand why anyone would do that Peter??''.''Yes I think I can June, family and business are sometimes strange bedfellows. Why have you stayed so long in this sham marriage. I mean to say you could have divorced him and kept the company merger all the same''.''I was young and stupid Peter, I. For a moment I could have sworn she had horns, but when I looked again it was a trick of the light.She gave an insulted glance. “What do you take me for? This is the kind herb, man. Got a hell of a kick to it.”From her Australian accent, I could tell she was from down under. She held out the herb for me to sniff. She was right. That lusty smell, a cross between a skunk and a pussy.“Deal,” I said, handing her a twenty. She grinned.I would have suggested she offer the Rasta guys some, but when I.