Wanda Malter gingerly handled the gun, running sharp, red lacquered nails up and down the barrel. "This is mine. My Stasson-Vebley 40/.006," she ans...ered with breathless charm, as an electric ripple shot through the courtroom crowd. The Judge angrily called for order in the court. "Your fingerprints were on the weapon," continued the prosecutor. "Yes," replied Wanda, batting lashes heavily painted with both mascara and guilt. "I admit it. I killed Grant Fitzgerald, and I'd do it again. He. "But I wasn't readyto go out like this." Her hands showcased the clothing and makeup andall. "And I certainly wasn't ready to be the hot girl my best friendtries to pick up." I know." Sarah hugged her brother/sister. "It's ok sister." It's ok." Several others stepped in and shared in the hug. "It's overnow." "Everything's ok now." Well at least he didn't recognize you," Ashley said, as they allstepped apart. "I ran static to make sure he didn't get a good look ortime to think about it." Thank. Itnever happened, understand?” I nodded. True to her word, over the subsequent days Mom never mentionedthat night, and I thought for a time that maybe that really was theend of the matter. But gradually, over the next few weeks, things happened tomake me think differently. First of all after a spell of being “good”I began again to fantasise about making love to my mom.This wasdespite feeling ashamed of myself, and consumed with guilt each timethis happened. Eventually I was. She let out a loud sigh and collapsed, trembling, against his supporting arm. “Ahhh, Jade.” His thrusts eased to a slow grind and he pressed his mouth to hers. His lips moved softly, his tongue caressing hers. Knowing he was close had excitement building inside her all over again. His stomach muscles tightened and with a quiet groan he shuddered and came inside her. Her eyes closed and her heart pounded as he gave one final shove, his sound of surrender one of the most erotic things she’d ever.