She’s not necessarily one of those medical miracles. She might still be ... salvageable, if you ask me. I’d like to do that for you ... and for he.... She’s clearly an asset to the Confederacy and I’d love to help her out, and thus help you out. It’s a favor, if you will, and then you’ll owe me one,” she winked at me on that.“What favor would that be?” I knew the answer, but I wanted her to say it ... I still had an ego to appease, so sue me!“What we French call ‘le petit mort.’ The ‘little. . I wanted this to be between you and . . . Oh, Fuck” I almost screamed as Sasha’s hands began working their magic on my now aching shaft and mushroom-like incredibly swollen head.But Lori’s breath was still steaming up the skin around my groin, her right hand was now cupping my tightly pulled up balls, and her hair was against my chest, causing me to inhale again that lilac perfume that had mesmerized me from the moment we first met. I gently freed my right hand and pulled her amber hair. I almost ran into my mom as I opened my bedroom door and entered the hall. She was clad in her thick long white terry cloth robe cinched at the waist and in her bare feet; her hair was tousled as if she had just been fucked. She smiled at me and quickly looked me up and down, I know she couldn’t miss my straining cock in my shorts as I hadn’t gone soft yet and then, as if nothing happened, she spoke. “We didn’t see your car when we pulled in last night. How was the party?”I was caught off. I opened her underwear drawerand the scent hit my nostrils. I was so overwhelmed that I sat on the bed.I stared at the open drawer for what seemed like an hour. Then I stood andwalked over to it. I looked in and saw a beautiful peach colored camisoleand matching bra and panties. I touched her things and closed my eyes. Iwas swept away in a wash of feminine thrills. I quickly stripped off myclothes and put on her things. I looked in the mirror and for the firsttime in two years saw Brooke.