.it's better than getting drunk," Bobby admitted."Patty?" her mom asked."Once in a while. It's around at school. I did it maybe three or four times th...s year." Me too," their mother said."What! This year? You're a mother...you're not supposed to," Patty protested even as her mom and brother broke out in broad smiles. "You two are impossible." I've got one...a joint," Bobby blurted, "maybe the three of us could..." he said, his voice trailing away in invitation."But mom's here," Patty protested. The taste was like nothing I could ever have imagined. I spent a good ten minutes savoring the taste and smell of her juices. The whole time she squirmed and moaned softly with pleasure. Growing closer and closer to climax with each pass of my tongue, in the end she could hold it back no longer…she came violently, like it had been years since anyone but herself had gotten her off. Her juices ran down my throat and over the sides of my cheeks. That was the final straw…I was as hard as ever, and. Then she allowed Rollo in and from there the rest of the world. And when I say therapy I mean in a closed, locked ward. For the first month Rob slept there every night because she was afraid and couldn't sleep otherwise. It was either him or they shot her full of meds. Can you imagine what he went through? A normal, sane person willingly being locked in that place just to help a friend, and he did it for weeks!" They put a bed in there for him to sleep on, he had to be touching her for her to. With the rising violence directed at foreigners, they were worried about being accosted as they traveled to mining communities to sell their goods and then tried to return home with the money they made. Instead, they were happy to sell their extra goods to us, especially since we went to them, paid in gold, and paid a little more than they used to charge. They were making more money now than they had made before, so they were happy.We bought a small cabin just outside of Sonora from a miner.