"It has nothing to do with being out. Neither Violet or I are ... well, the prom type. Besides," she added, looking at Julie, "it's probably not good ...o leave her alone now."Martha leaned forward, tense."Is there something wrong with ... her?"Julie looked back towards the offices, biting her lip."Wrong? No. But..." she looked back at her friends, seeing the serious concern in their faces, " ... things are changing. We're probably going to call a 'Fan Club' meeting tonight. We're going to need. " He knew he had fallen asleep at Jane's breast that night, cradledlike a baby in Mummy's wonderful arms.When she was certain her new baby was safely unconscious, Jane rolledhis limp body away from her voluptuous frame. She made sure Daphne'sdiapered rear was centred over the rubber under sheet, knowing her babywould wet heavily tonight. She slipped out of bed, grabbed her favouritevibrator from the drawer of her bedside table, and tip-toed out of theroom without turning off the. I hazily noticed how He lay me down on a silk covered bed, it was soothinglycool and soft to the touch. He removed the rest of my skirt and vanished fora few moments, just to return next to my face, and pulled my head gently ontoHis lap. I felt a soft, cooling wet towel on my forehead, and face. GentlyHe cleaned me, taking His time, wiping away sweat, tears and saliva from mystill slightly numbed features. "Are you alright?" He asked lowly, and when my eyes slowly flutteredopen I saw that He. ” “I’m wet because you made me like that,” my mother answered, lifting her head off the bed, and taking a deep breath through her mouth, “You always make me so wet!” Steve kept on thrusting hard, each thrust deep, hard and precise, fucking my mother like a machine, like the machines he helped design and engineer at work. His body had become a precision instrument of pleasure, slamming my mother’s pussy with mechanical precision, going so deep with each pounding stroke, there could not have.