She was now ready, "You sure you want to do this?' I asked her. She hesitated a bit, "I'll try it" she replied and I moved over in front of her, raise... my foot up until it touched her cunt and got ready. Without saying a word I sent my first kick into her cunt, the upper part of my foot hitting her cunt lips on target. She tried to back off and doubled over, but the leg brace stopped her. I went over, grabbed her hair and pulled her urright. Slapping her face hard, "Keep yourself upright" I. She also never objected to my teeth nibbling on her exposed neck causing our breasts to smash together like IHOP pancakes.The only thing missing was maple syrup which was Plan B. Reaching around my African Queen, my open hands gripped her bubble butt, fondling, squeezing, kneading. The room became very aromatic with the sweet smell of weed and even sweeter smell of pussy.Her desperate pleas encouraged me. First burying my face in the nape of her neck then touring the Grand Canyon of her. For that long, empty moment my mind was full of the difference between holding one's breath and simply not breathing.The creature moved, reaching out to me with a dozen handless arms. I ran to my son's bedroom, or maybe my feet just took me there. There was no conscious thought. The boy was still asleep. I braced myself against the door and tried to listen. It was quiet.It took only seconds to decided I had been drugged. I was hallucinating. That made me feel much better, in fact. My husband. Even then mother use to get jittery looking after them. Our overseas visits had become minimum and we were doing senior manager’s work. Our erratic schedules were taking its toll and irritation had set in. We were unable to break the deadlock of tensions in the house. Weeks on we would see each other only on the weekend only to discuss the shopping list and list of things-to-do. By end of Sunday we were exhausted and had little time for each other. Both the toddlers were growing and their.