Another day she came to class yawning with a big mug of coffee. Rachel whispered in my ear “God, I don’t know if I can stay awake in class, I got ...ucked four times last night by two, twenty-year old cowboys and my pussy is so sore I can barely sit down”. I just looked at her, shook my head and laughed. Rachel said Ken “no k**ding, it’s true, I just got them out of the house an hour ago!! The craziest thing she ever said was when we were in the Student Union Coffee Shop. Kitty, a young. ” Then she kissed my cheek and took off with Steve.I took a deep breath and let it out. This was it, my chance to find out if my handsome son was willing to be my lover and not just a one-night-stand. I stood up and asked Brad, “Can you give me a hand cleaning up?”“Sure thing Mom, give me all the paper and crap, and I will put it in the trash can.”Just as Brad was dumping the trash in the trash can, I spotted the cute young girl who worked at the campgrounds waving at Brad, and he waved back.I. But I was so wrong. She grabbed my hand and jammed two of my fingers in her pussy. She guided the fingers to where she wanted them by her clit and I rubbed. I rubbed, and licked. I got down and put in a third finger, with my pinky slightly going into her ass. This little slut loved it. She came so hard this time that the couch we were on was soaking wet, with the sweet smell of her sex. I was so hard, again. She was so sensitive, so what did I do? I fucked her hard. I got her on all. When Tanda had learned that, she'd had nightmares for weeks; it had been bad enough for her to have required psych treatment.Corporal Calvin Morrison, Pennsylvania State Police, from the Fourth Level, Hispano-Columbian Sector, had been picked up by a conveyor. Calvin Morrison was not some poor, lost soul, whose meanderings led him to a lethal blunder. He was an armed policeman, weapon in hand, seeking to arrest a dangerous felon. And when the Paratime policeman had raised his weapon against.