"This is a strange way to show your love for me, to discard and reject me for 'The Pig'. Didn't I look after you.... satisfy you on Saturday? Didn't I...look after you rather then myself?" But you're my son?" she said again."Don't you want me, don't you care for me?" more daggers to her heart."Of course I care for you." Do you want me?" the challenge was there, how would she answer?Jenny stared at him for long seconds remembering how much love he had shown her, how good he had made her feel."But. ...i love cock i think ''''good boy its ok, its ok really never be sad about this''''come to my car i want you to suck my cock and tell me if you think you like it''i look at m boss just casualy making my this offer''come , yes good boy its ok, you want to suck a cock so much i bet''i was help ass up my pants down my head pull to his lap and i was tasting his bbc, my boss huge black cock , in my mouth , enjoting his rubbing of my ass , teasing mu pluffed hole''you know what is about to happen. "I said, "No, thank you, I'm married, and I'm saving myself for my husband." I was making an effort to be polite because I didn't want to chance losing our quarry. I was afraid that a big to-do would cause them to run.The man got a real nasty looking snarl on his face and growled, "Don't no woman turn me down when I wants ta fuck!"At this point, Bob said, in a milder tone than I expected, "My wife doesn't want ya, now ya leave her alone! I'd hate ta have ta shoot ya over a little. This sucks ... my life sucks ... it all sucks. Suddenly depression hit her. She knew it was going to be a bad episode as she felt the cold numbness flow into her body. She felt weighted down and helpless. She had no desire whatsoever to continue with her life. She wished that fucking plane had hit a wind-shear and crashed in the Rockies. She spent an hour staring listlessly at her grandmother's grave, before working up the energy she needed to walk back home.Ruthie returned to California more.