She told methat she enclosed the money in case I wanted to get a drink at the motellounge. She hoped that I liked the dress she bought me. She said I ...hould bewearing it when she's picks me up after work tomorrow. And she closed with,"I hope you don't mind that I packed your boyfriend in the suitcase" with asmiley face. I folded the note and put it away. I decided to lay down for abit.I woke up a bit disoriented. I guess I wasn't used to hard work and hadfallen asleep in my bra and panties on. Thank you!” I was more than a little touched that Mom would bend her own principles just to make sure that every woman of significance from my past would conceive my love child next.“Oh, you’re very welcome, son!” Mom told me as she licked Kara’s pucker even more and focused on the ring itself, “by the way, Kara, you have the sweetest butthole ever! Yummy!”By now, Kara was so far gone that those words made her scream aloud her bliss over and over before she tightened her grip on my dick into a. The doorbell suddenly rings, but we don’t stop. The ringing continues and we still make out and don’t care about anything else. You raise your leg to my waist and grab my face to take my tongue. Our tongues fight passionately in our mouths. I kiss around your neck, shoulders and a little down. You pull me back up to kiss me some more. My hand slides into your robe so it can slide into your panties. Your hand grabs my crotch to feel my increasing hardness. You start to move your hand up and. The worst." "You're keeping your grades up, aren't you?" he asked earnestly. (Davie was always a good student. Bright as hell.) "Oh, sure . . . it's not that difficult--though the nuns throw as much at us as they can. The idle brain is the devil's workshop, don'tyou know! It's just that. "Just what, sweetheart? Tell me," he urged, reaching across the table and taking her hand in his. "Oh, Daddy, It's a horrible place!" she blurted . "They treat uslike c***dren--or inmates! It's a prison. I.