" But that's not true!" Jerry pointed out in tears. "I checked with Rebecca's son. There were accidents I remember that he doesn't. Once Rebecca disap...eared - those accidents never happened." No, you're wrong, Jerry," she lectured in a calm but firm manner. "Not every event was remembered because I didn't take the time to create them in his minds. Sure, you remember Rebecca teaching his son to skate, and falling in the process. I removed that memory, but it still happened, only it was a minor. It was either that or agree to go to work forDan. What other choices did I have?The next few hours are a blur to this day. I was taken to the nearestpolice station, fingerprinted, booked, and placed in a holding cell withthree other women. The process was degrading to say the least. The cellwas clean but uncomfortable, with only wooden benches to sit on. And thelights were so bright that it hurt my eyes to look at them. Besides, Ifelt like a man in drag. I sat dejectedly on one of the benches. You are still a kid. But I could help u in talking with girls; I’ll teach u how to talk with girls if u wanted.Him: yeah, y not?That was the starting point, I started giving him tips about impressing girls and he too would actively listen. And I wanted to use this as an advantage; I asked to him, “Do u know how to kiss? Because girls like good kissers”Him: I have seen in some movies, but I have no idea.Me: Do u mind if I teach u??Him: What? Is that OK for u?Me: y not, I have no problems. Now. As she began to shake and convulse, both of her hands gripped Mombassa’s sweaty bald head, the sheer power of her orgasm took control until soon she no longer had enough strength in her limp body to move her hips. As her strength gave out, Darla felt a glow and wave of hot electric pleasure wash over her and consume her, while at the same time her cunt and ass continued to spasm for several minutes. At that point when Darla’s spasms ended, a second and more gentle warm glow flowed throughout.