.. Harder ... Harder..." You like it? you like that don't you? well take it, take it, we're not done yet..."I could see mom's body becoming more rigid...and all her limbs were stiff and unmoving, even her breathing stopped and her eyes were shut. She stayed like this for about thirty seconds during which my dad didn't stop for a second.Then she seemed to relax, a little too much. She seemed unable to keep her knees straight. Dad had to hold her so they wouldn't fold under her. After about ten. "Not if you don't mind," she said finally."I don't mind. I'm thinking I'd kind of like to see that." Really?" she asked, cautiously."Really. And if you do it, I expect to have a good view." I told her.She blushed, which was pretty. "I think I can manage that."I reached between her legs and caressed her, making her moan. "How about this?" Nothing bigger than a finger except for you," she said quickly."Alright, I guess that's settled," I said."Is it? What about this thing?" she said, holding my. He wasn't prepared for the rage of desire building in him at the moment, the burning love soaring through him. Picking her up, he tossed her on the bed, growling at the feel of her body. Now he needed her naked. She was ripping every piece of clothing off she could find, only wanting the feel of him. She wanted him, his love, everything. She didn't know what it was about this man that turned her on, but she sure loved it.Their tongues danced with each other, nibbling, tasting, feeling. His. Or maybe to cut the heads off Yankee white trash, May thought.Mike: We are looking for a friend of hers, Rose Seabold.Grill cook: Never heard that name.A look passed between the two cafe employees. It signaled that the information well had dried up.A customer seated at the counter turned to look at the two of them.Customer: You see that sign across the square? The one that say the Fox and Hounds Pub.Mike: Yeah.Customer: That's owned by the Brit and his friend Jeremy. They knowed Sheriff Porter.