You cannot go a day without eating my asshole and I can't go a day without feeding you. I've been a prostitute for too long. I wanna be a woman now. A...confident woman who fucks her son and eats his asshole.I'll always be your mother but now I want to be your wife. Nobody should come between our love. Please marry me and make your whore mother, your woman. Your only woman."I was surprised that Heather, my legal wife would write such provocative vows for the woman who was stealing her. 14 in D minor: otherwise known as Death and the Maiden. Instead, her thoughts were chiefly focused on the huge bald spot in the middle of the cellist's pate. On the fringe and at the back his brown hair was abundant, but in the midst of this luxuriance was an obscene expanse of pink baldness His head was bowed while he scraped his bow back and forth across the cello's strings, and all Susan could concentrate on was this naked excrescence that was in such total contrast to the lank long hair. “Don’t worry. I am sure it won’t last long,’ he replied as he rose to his feet and stepped aside, allowing the red knight behind him to take his place. Rather than abandon her altogether however, he grasped ahold of her golden hair and turned her face so that she was facing him, or rather, his still very swollen cock.“A treat for you, my child,” he quipped, pushing his swollen purple head against her lips until they parted for him, even as she was filled from behind with a second cock. . One concern he had not asked Vyagar was explained during this session. The satellite was able to "see" inside buildings and structures. When if found an open area within the structure that appeared to connect to most or all of the other open areas, it would beam in a small probe about the size of a bumblebee. The probe used some kind of cloaking technology to remain invisible and undetected. Once the probe had surveyed the area it shot the information back to the satellite where it could be.