(I didn’t notice it in the dark, but apparently, “Why did you come home with blood that’s almost certainly Leonard Whyte’s on your clothes” ...s another “Question We Don’t Ask Helen.”)“Sorry,” She told us, accepting the coffee with hazelnut creamer to go with them. “I ordered room service after you guys left. Sorta did breakfast early this morning.” I didn’t have much either, leaving the two of us alone at the table, looking through the breakfast nook with the television off to one side, while. "I saw what you were doing when I came in!" Her eyes danced with amusement. "Oh? And just what do you think you saw?" I asked, feeling my face flush with embarrassment. "I'm taking a bath, that's all." "Come on, Mom! You were playing with yourself." Giggling now, she sat down on the edge of the tub beside me, openly gazing down at my naked body. "Geez... it's no big deal, you know? I do it all the time." She paused for a moment, then jumped to her feet. "Hey, I've got an idea -- can I take a. " Knife in hand, he cut her shirt to shreds, and snipped right through her bra. "I like your tits. Let's see how they taste." Before she could stop him, her breast was in his mouth, and he was sucking her nipple. She was starting to become aroused, she felt the moisture in her panties (which made her wonder where her shorts had gone) "You're getting wet off of this you whore?" He bit hard on her nipple, then yanked her hair and pressed his dick to her lips, "Open your mouth." She didn't budge. “Good idea” she said “have a drink with me first”. I grabbed a glass, pretended to poor wine into and pretend to drink. “You are such a good friend darling” she said. I sat beside her on the couch. “What would you like to eat” I asked. “You darling. I want to eat you” she said and tried to kiss me. “Maybe I will check the fridge” I said and hurried into the kitchen. I chuckled. “Eat me” I said to myself “she is really drunk”.I found a partly eaten casserole and I heated it up. I put some on a.