“Ed, please leave,” I said. “Why? Mom,” he whispered. I felt his other hand on my thighs and he was slowly lifting my skirt. “Ed, No!” I ...aid in anticipation. “Why do you always avoid me Mom?” he asked. “Because you are my son,” I told him. “And what about when you came to my room that night? I was your son at that time too,” he said and I went in flashback. He was sixteen and half when I lost my mind, and one night I went to his room. He asked me what I was doing when I slid my hands in his. This is a very different Pauline. A lot less clothing and a lot more cosmetics. Even with all the make-up her plain face is nothing to write home about – she’s not ugly, you understand, just plain – but you wouldn’t notice her in a crowd unless she was dressed this way... It’s a purple and black strapless corset top which forces her large boobs up and together to form a chest that looks like it belongs in a 18th century French court, purple silk panties which are OVER suspenders that lead down. There was no letter, no note, no phone call. There was nothing. It was just another one of many episodes that made Misty distrustful of men. She and her most recent boyfriend had broken things off a few months before when Misty discovered that she had a different concept of the word ‘exclusive’ than he did. When the man down the aisle turned and faced her, she knew that was indeed Mark. He had the same warm smile and kind eyes that she loved so much when they were teenagers. When he made eye. .. “I guess this is a good time to break the ice.” She walked over and stood in front of Travis and then knelt and started unfastening his belt. Kenzie watched closely as Michelle began to unsnap the button. There was a huge bulge in his pants as she unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. He put his hands behind his head and watched closely as Michelle licked his shaft from his balls to the fat head of his nine inch very thick cock. Kenzie had her eyes glued to the action that was going on.