He also learned that she had dated very little even when she was in high school, and only agreed to go out with John because he seemed non-predatory. ...He smiled at that. At the end of the two months, taking her class schedule into account by making it a Tuesday evening, he used his passkey to enter her apartment. He went to her bathroom, took the lid off the toilet tank, and bent a lever on the inside with his fingers. As it was now, the water in that toilet was going to run. If only she had punched Max, Tom would have given her a free ride out of town.Warner finished the cigar at a leisurely pace and poured another snifter of bourbon. The combination of nicotine and the warm burn of alcohol put him in a pleasant mood. The falling snow grew heavier, and with great reluctance, he dragged himself from the warm hot tub. Tom walked barefoot through the snow, into the warm embrace of the living room with its massive fireplace. He padded up the marble staircase, dripping. This was happening almost every night!Then I began to wake up with an odd taste in my mouth, and hints of that familiar musky smell of pussy juice. Later, the smell seemed to take over the room, I had pussy juice on my fingers, around my mouth, and seemingly from ear to ear, like I had been eating pussy in my sleep. At first the smell bothered me, but later it became just as familiar are smelling raisin toast in the morning. In fact, whenever I smelled it, my pussy would begin the throb.I would. Her body filling with lust."Yeah, its good." I replied looking at her, seeing her hardening nipples."Do you like smoking it with me?" she asked."Of course I do mom, I love smoking with you." I replied."And you love me don't you?" mom asked."Yes mom, I do" I replied, taking the joint and smoking it."Do you love me like he loves his mother?" she asks, pointing at the screen. The pot is really effecting her, she can feel how wet her panties are."Yes, yes I do mom." I reply, blushing. My cock is.