“It’s even smaller than Milford, and much further from a big city than Milford.”“It is bucolic. I love how quiet it is, and the fact that I ca... see the stars at night. I could do without the cold and snow, but that adds its own charm, in a way.”“It is a very different lifestyle than Chicago. I’m not sure I could handle the lack of things to do!”“You’re one of the most active, busiest people I know. And you seem to thrive on it. I don’t. The city was wearing on me, and not just because my. A cross section was revealed to him like the glass wall of an ant farm. Or termite farm, he supposed, given the shape of the mountain. It was a complex mass of scaffolding arranged in a stack of blocky rooms that extended up the inside of the mountain. They went up a long way, too far for Jackson to see the top. Each 'room' was illuminated with different coloured lamps. They all teemed with monsters.Fuck. That was a shit load of levels, Jackson thought. Do not be another fucking Blighttown.. ” It just felt too intimate. Part of my heart was afraid of it, but my cock couldn’t get enough. “Laura, don’t stop that motion.” My mom kept lightly stroking upwards to the head of my cock, and then returning the hand to my base and stroking up again. “I’m gonna cum pretty soon if you just keep doing that.” It was dawning on me how easily I got turned on by something psychological over something physical. The touch was incredibly, but when she put ideas in my head like the question of incest,. Breakfast is on the table... Damn that cock of your's... Looks so damn good." then she turned and walked out, closing the door behind her, but looking back at me at the same time as she closed the door.When I finished, I got out of bed, put on my pj bottoms, that I had on last night, went to the bathroom, then down to the kitchen to find mom putting our breakfast on the table.Mom sat down at the table as I pushed the chair in as she beent her knees, then I sat down next to her, like we usually.