’ Her first task was to remove the tourniquet. She tutted in frustration. ‘It’s set solid.’ With a sharp knife she gently sliced through the i...ches of matted material until at last it cracked apart. Both women jerked back, gasping sharply in unison. Eula grimaced. ‘Maybe I’ll burn some safar oil. He’s a little ripe.’ Lena gave a rueful smile at the understatement. ‘Good idea.’ She hardly dared look too closely at the wound at first, fearing what she would find, but after rinsing away the caked. " This isn't your store, Stan," she said."If you let me buy back my half," he said, "I'll be able to sell here too." You have other stores," she said and I knew a good question was coming. "Why do you need my place?" Like I said, the line is very exclusive, and it's hot. It'll sell like no one's business and we will simply rake in the money." He sounded like he might have an orgasm just talking about it."What kind of line is it?" she asked."I'll have to show you," he said. "Words wouldn't do it. "Go up to your room mother - get undressed and wait for me."A wide triumphant smile came to her lips but turned sweet and loving rather quickly, her eyes glinted hungrily. "Of course honey." On the tips of her toes mother ran up the stairs, her pleasure obvious even in the movement of her ass.So I went up to my room, mothers old room if you remember, and took a long hot shower and thought about what I was about to do. Her little episodes of rebellion, or tests as I liked to think of them, were. ” She said. “I can feel my pussy getting wetter.”She was sat on the sideboard, her legs dangling over the side, wearing a dressing gown.“Come here.” She said, beckoning me with her finger.I stepped closer, rather sheepishly, and she reached out, grabbing my waistband and pulling me towards her, right between her legs. My heart was pounding in my chest.“I…” I began, but she shushed me with her finger. Looking directly into my eyes, she reached inside my pants, gripping my hard cock.“I want.