”“Could it be there’s an underground movement with select individuals still cleaving to the old ways. They may even just go another path, not ab...e to bring themselves to hurt those they’re assigned to torment.”Phil seemed to pause, as if listening to silent voices.“I’m guessing it’s more individual choice, but in either case, we need to find the individuals in each community who are doing well and focus on them. You then need to apply the same approaches I outlined for communicating with the. I was startled, when she suddenly said," are you there, donna? You're watching me aren't you? Stop watching, grab your pillow, and come join me." donna that was all i needed to hear. I dashed into my bedroom,grabbed my favorite humping pillow, threw off my nightgown, and was in my mom's bedroom quickly, my nude body right next to my mom. She looked over at me, her face flushed, her breathing deep, and i could see the lust in her eyes. Now donna, ride your pillow, hump it, and watch me hump my. I pushed my hand up between her legs and started stroking her pussy, looking for her clit. As I rubbed her clit, she stiffed and gasped cumming very quickly. I pulled my hand back and licked my fingers, tasting her essence. I stepped back and looked at her, laying forward on the washer with her shorts down around her knees, white baggy type socks, and her t-shirt pushed up to her shoulders, wishing I could take a picture and frame it on the wall. Pure eroticism. "Get dressed girl if you. ................................Naturally I was both interested and a little worried to see what she had laid out for me. My cock began to strain as I imagined the possibilities. I walked across the room to the bathroom and saw sitting on the sink what she had left for me.Folded neatly on the sink were a red bra and thong. On top of those items was a bottle of red nail polish, similar to the color that I had suggested she paint her nails earlier in our trip. Finally, in the middle of everything.