" I can't do that," she said."Why not?" Because if he did hire those men, he'd shit his pants, and then I'd have to kick his ass all over the house an... then they'd arrest me. Plus he could use that against me in the divorce." Yeah. I guess you're right." If I really was the target, you're being very sweet about this," she said."Naw," he replied."Your life was in danger, maybe because of me," she said. "A lot of guys would walk away and say they didn't need the grief." I'm not a lot of guys. I. It was all too complicated. I'd have to talk to Julie again.xxxxxxxAt about half past six, Sian and Malcolm came back from their day walking in the Black Mountains, tired but very happy; although it had rained steadily while they were driving up, it had turned out fine and clear for the actual walk, and it was obvious they had both really enjoyed being out on the hills again.They said the scenery was amazing; and it had been great to get out of the city and just see hills and sky; the only. There was a plush chair against the wall opposite the bed, so Jessica sat down and took a sip of her drink. Marie and Jane were standing on either side of the bed, patiently awaiting further instructions. Erica too was gazing up at Jessica, her big brown eyes expressing a surprising amount of innocence considering what she did for a living.“Marie, sit on her face,” ordered Jessica. Marie obediently slipped off her panties, leaving on her garter belt, and climbed onto the bed. She turned to face. Cornhole your mother. Ram my pucker with your juicy, fat fucking pole.”Mark loved hearing those nasty words coming from his mother’s mouth. Hearing his own mother say things like that to him sent a nerve wracking shiver down his spine and almost forced his cock to swell and his pre-cum to drool right out of his piss-hole without any physical stimulation.His mother wanted to act and talk like a common, cock hungry slut with him, her own son, and it made fucking her even hotter and better than it.