His tongue made short strokes where her thigh met her mound, and she gave an anticipatory moan. His lips moved to the inside of her leg as he spread h...r generous thighs wide. He took a handful of berries, crushed them in his hands, and smeared her outer labia, inner thighs, and upper thighs in dark juice and berry pulp. Her cunt was a light pink contrast with the dark purple, and her sweet scent mixed with the berries was driving him into a frenzy, but he forced himself to take his time. He. ” She tilted her head the opposite way, breaking the contact with him, and his heart sank. “You wonder about the nature of our relationship, yes?”He couldn’t deny that he was worried about exactly that; it hadn’t occurred to him until their morning ride that perhaps she wasn’t interested in him for reasons that had nothing to do with his family or his character. “Well...”She was silent for a moment, and he felt sick. Had he made assumptions he shouldn’t have? Had he offended her by asking?She. I asked Barb about it, but she couldn't smell anything. She told me I was imagining things. I might have believed her had I not smelt it again on the following Tuesday. I called Barb into the bedroom and asked her about it, and again she denied there was any smell. On Thursday the room smelt of air freshener. That made me really suspicious. I went over to the window and sniffed the curtains. There it was again, cigarette smoke. This was serious. Someone had been smoking in my bedroom, and Barb. With the pimply faced waiter gone, mom leans right into the table, hissing at me, “Is this some kind of joke?” She doesn’t look amused and my heart is beating so fast that I am already regretting ever putting voice to my thoughts.Just then a server arrived with our starter soup.We ate in silence and I feared the rest of the evening would continue this way. Mom ate without looking up, her face bright red and looking very pissed.Before the soup was gone she looks up slowly and asks in a forced.