We’ve got him dead to rights. He wanted a plea deal, based on his accusation of you and your sister. As soon as I heard that, I laughed out loud. I ...eem to remember the type of girl you date, Rich. Caroline doesn’t fit any of those criteria that I remember you having back in your college days. Don’t worry about it. He’s got the potential to be in jail for, at least, twelve years. Bye, Rich.”“Goodbye, Detective ... and thank you for the ‘un-official’ information.”“Caroline, has Aunt Flo left. .adjustments you need to. Let's just get past the ride and enjoy the beach again, OK?" she added, nuzzling her nose into my face.The feeling was already surreal. Mom's hot, wet hips resting on my lap, cock head surging against the front of her pussy, separated by thin material. My head spun with lust and confusion.Still, instincts kicked in. I ran my hands along mom's thighs, under the shirt as she arched back into me. I reached between us, as if to adjust myself to get more comfortable, but. There were passages that were memorized and characters that would speak to me at the oddest of times. Then one day I realized that the characters that were speaking to me weren’t from any book or story that I had read, but rather from books and stories that I had yet to write. It was an odd revelation, that. I had dabbled in writing, in creating my own style of storytelling. I found it odd that my forte and my talent lay in the erotic. I wasn’t very experienced sexually, but in my imagination,. I saw him grind you on your ass, he's a sissy fag boy show naff...' Every one around us started to laugh and point at me till Mitchel took me by my collar and pulled me through the double doors. Thomas stayed behind stopping the crowd saying '...nothing here too see, just a pussy boy getting his ass wiped. Enjoy the band and have your self some fun...' Mitchel pulled me across the parking lot with his hand around my throat telling me '...say anything and I'll break your fucking neck fuck.