"Oh my God! Is this forme?" I squeaked like a teenage girl as people turned around to look atus."Yes, this is for my darling Crissie. Try it on; I wan... to see it onyou."I looked around slightly embarrassed as I slipped it on my finger. Itfitted perfectly in the middle finger of my left hand as it was orderedfor me. It was small and delicate and made me feel very emotional. Tearsstarted forming in my eyes as Pat took my hand and looked at it."It suits you Crissie; your hand instantly becomes. He then reached my breast part. He couldn’t open my bra cos his hands was not moving so I too helped him and removed my bra somehow. My stepson then started to suck my breast and drink my milk. It was very different for me as I never experienced such thing before. My stepson then started to bite me harder which would pain me so I would press his head firmly but still he would not stop so I had to adjust to pain this time. He then emptied my one breast and started to move towards other breast.. "Sorry Johnny," Liv pushed the skip button on the small mp3 player, "but sometimes a girl needs some bass." The distinct voice of Johnny Cash faded, replaced by the thunderous intro to Metallica's "Enter Sandman."As if possessed by the thumping subwoofer, she pushed harder on the gas pedal. The grin on her face grew as the turbocharged car skimmed the curvy blacktop. She zoomed past a stand of naked white aspens as if the devil was in hot pursuit. Fallen leaves captured in the vortex created by. Weekends I lounged, played with the kids, and at night I left in sweats and headed for house two. House two was more secure. I drove the Volvo (super tuned, of course) to an underground garage. At the bottom was a door no one but I could get through and that night I parked in it next to the ‘Stang. I rode a private elevator up the tower to my condo and dressed carefully from the outfits there. Night races meant I had to dress sexy but I avoided slutty. I teased my hair, slid into my boots, did.