There came a point when I couldn't contain myself any longer. To hell with the image of the respectable young lady who couldn't possibly beg to be fuc...ed."Didn't you say you were going to make love to me?" I asked."What do you think I'm doing?" he replied."Well, yes... no,... you know," I stammered, looking at the bulge in his shorts."Oh, I see. You want a visit from my friend here?"I nodded."Well, then, come and get him."I didn't need a second invitation. I pulled down his shorts as fast as I. "And you, young lady - you must have been outevery night. I never got to talk to you once." I was home all day Sunday - all night too," I countered. "Why didn'tyou call then?" I was at the Blacklocks' house that day," Mom replied. "I had dinnerwith them, and we must have talked until midnight. I guess I lost trackof time, and when I finally had a chance to call I thought it would beway too late here." Okay, you're forgiven," I told her, happy to have successfully shiftedthe 'bad guy' label away. "My pussy is on fire, baby! Mother's cunt is burning up...for you! Tongue me, Johnny! Suckme and lick me and eat me! Oh, darling, you're sucking my cunt! Sucking my cunt so perfect! Mother's pussy is hot and wet and needs your sweet tongue and lips and mouth! Tonguefuck Mother in the hot cunt, Johnny!" Johnny's tongue thrust and swirled. He buried his face into the thick pussy hair, licking away the beads of his mother's piss clinging to it. He lifted his hips, thrusting his hard cock into. It was the expense of the honey that always threw me off it, but I wasn't thinking about it the right way, like I am now." Honey is still very expensive. I'm not sure I understand." Ratio's, Ralph. I don't blame you for not thinking of it right off the bat. I've been doing this for near on to forty years, and I didn't catch on to it until about a month ago myself. Three hundred pounds of the cross cut meat will only use up about four pounds of clover honey in the cure. Plus, it is a whole lot.