Gifford again, but it did stir up a lot of old memories for me. He insisted on us calling him Carl, and then embarrassed me by telling Tiffany how luc...y she was to be my girlfriend. After renting a car he followed us back to my house where I proceeded to go over the script I wanted him to follow. I then handed him a really expensive looking prepaid phone. I had taken this week to hash out my plan, and hoped Derek's performance on the field tonight would be enough to make it believable. When. "You got matches?"The woman's voice almost seemed to be belched forth. Yes, Nathan thought. Anything to get you to stop talking. He nodded and grabbed a small matchbook, giving it to her while observing the deep lines in her face one more time. The woman looked up at him, seemingly annoyed, and turned around quickly. Nathan watched her walk off the parking lot. She wore green sandals; obviously very fashion conscious, making sure her footwear matched with her cigarettes. The street was empty. "Ow! Mom. You hurt me!" He pretented the victim. His hands tightened their grip. "Open up. I don't have time."I shook my head. I wanted to remind him how wrong this was, but I dared not open my mouth.Then he surprised me. He leaned forward and kissed my lips, spitting into them. When I spat it back, his fingers pushed my cheeks between my teeth and forced my jaw open. Cock returned to it's mother's forced tongue. "God, your mouth feels better than yesterday!" He pumped his prick quickly.To. Oh, don’t get me wrong. She gets the Munchkins to herself for a couple of hours three times a week. One of those times includes a few other kids from the homeschool group. My Gramma – still the consummate teacher.Now I need her to teach me something about being human.“Do I need to go home?” Kim asked.“Not unless you want to. You know what we’re going to talk about. You’re my friend – my sister – and we sort of need some advice, don’t we? I mean, Nikki’s hurting and I don’t have any idea of what.