His fingers were still in the place his mother had been reading, so he read a bit to see what it was like. He had to move it to his mother's bedside l...mp, as it was the only light on in her room. It was a real sloppy romance novel and he chuckled to himself. His mother had divorced his father when Benny was 2 years old, and he knew she had been without male companionship ever since. Benny placed his mother's book on her bedside table and turned back to her.He looked at his mother in her upright. When the leather seat and her more than moist pussy meet the sensation it creates is erotic. The officer kneels down and expertly re adjusts the crotch belt so that the groove on the back of the buckle is directly on her cunt lips and clit. He then snaps the lap belts and directs the double belts of the shoulder harness around the sides of her naked breasts forcing them together. He then gives the straps a forceful tug that leaves her wet posterior tight against the red leather seat, with her. The second day she was home she came over. She did a pirouette in front of me and said:"What do you think?"I told her, "I think you are wasting your time by being here with an old guy when it is obvious that you can get anyone you want closer to your own age." No thanks" she said, "I tried a couple of them at school. They haven't a clue as to what they are doing and I don't have the patience to teach them."As she was talking she was shedding clothes, "Here on the floor, or up to bed?"I smiled. ..” With a sigh, he went on, “Again, the mental image seems to indicate stopped, or inert, but don’t hold me to either term.“But, now: Little One. As I’ve mentioned in the past when this subject has come up, if I position her in a hospital emergency room, she could, doubtlessly, save lives, but at what cost? She can help only so many. What about all the other emergency rooms, cancer wards and so forth throughout the country? Who am I to decide who lives and who dies? Nor, do I have to mention.