He reflected even further back, back to his life as a teenager. He had grown up in Newcastle, the second son of a bus driver. His mother worked part t...me in the local bakery, so there wasn't a lot of money spare for luxuries like holidays or going out or even clothes, other than the basics. But he was always provided with what he needed for his schooling.Being the second son, he had worn mainly hand-me-downs, until at 13 he had shot up quickly and was eight centimetres taller than his older. His bone hard cock pressed precisely between each curved cheek of her arse and as he allowed his weight to drive him deeper into her crevice he raised on his tip-toes, a pretence at reaching out for the cereal. The resulting movement mocked the fucking action and for a moment he was performing the age-old rhythm against his mother's arse.Helen gasped at the blatant contact, her mind instantly recording his size and the rigidity of his member. Speech failed her and she could only stand unmoving. His death would, technically, have been at my hands, but I felt that, morally and legally, it was a killing in self-defense and in the defense of another. Tara’s dumping moonshine and kerosene all over him, knowing that it would trickle toward the fireplace and incinerate him alive was, perhaps, another matter.The miles passed slowly on the drifted, tree- and branch-strewn woodland road. Tara and I were each lost in our own agonized thoughts. As we passed through the small town where I. He looked at his cell for the time, it was 9:44 am. He hadnt slept in that long. He checked to see if Gia had at least called him. No calls from her but a few dozen calls and texts from Salvo. Reece was just about to open a text when Tasha rose up beside him, wrapped her arms around his waist and laid her head on his shoulder. Good morning, sexy. Hey. Reece replied somberly with a weak smile. She began kissing him on the cheek and neck, but he pulled away and slid from the bed. She gazed at his.