Holding in it one hand while sucking it, Becky's mother began rubbing her pussy with the other, spreading around the juices flowing from her pussy all...over her now slightly puffy lips. Soon the rubbing got faster as her mother's cunt ached desperately for something to fill it with.She took the fake cock and rubbed it up and down the swollen lips of her slick pussy, which made her start moaning really loud. After a few more rubs, her hips were thrusting up, desperate to end the teasing.Becky. " she bristled, then relaxed. "Oh, hell! This isn't going the way I wanted. I don't want to fight with you, Bradley. I see a lot of that happening if we hang together." Maybe the pair of us are just a little too defensive around each other?" Bradley suggested. "Perhaps things will settle down more when we start to feel more comfortable?" I don't know. I'm a class A bitch some of the time." Some?" he laughed. "I'd say more like 'most'." And you? You're a shit!" Hmm, yes, I guess. You bring out. When she refused he hit her with a back handed fist knocking her to the ground. That was it! I stepped between them and told the interloper. I found out later he was Shasta's hostile and abusive ex-boyfriend. I told him to pick on someone else. The idiot laughed at me and told me to get out of the way or I'd get what she got. Oh the look on his face when I blocked the strike he aimed at my head and I landed the combo of a thrust kick to his groin knocking him to his knees the a roundhouse kick. She spoke of the laughter Valerie would evoke from her when she kicked. The tears she shed into her pillow because I wasn’t there for her. The pressure exerted on her by well meaning friends and family to give her child up for adoption. They were only acting in her best interest and I was not to be trusted. The tears flowed down my face as the gravity of her sense of loss sank in to me. My own fears of hurting her more than I already had, kept me from carrying the battle for our child’s custody.