She wasn't even looking at him. How did mothers DO that? Could they be mind readers? He didn't think so. If she could read his mind, she'd be calling ...he police to come get him right now, because all he could think about was all that skin between her breasts, and that wonderful soft, warm pussy he just KNEW would feel SO good wrapped around his pulsing cock.Damn.There it went again. He just HAD to stop thinking about this. He felt like he might be stiff for the rest of his life."You sure you. -' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are u******e, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view textArchive name: wife1.txt (FFM, exh, inc)Authors name:. " He laughed. "I suggested that we loosen them up a bit; give them the same treatment as the kids using their own drugs—give 'em a taste of their own medicine. See how their drugs work on them. But the prosecutor nixed that idea real quick. Real shame he didn't go for it. They're also going to question Mr Cirota, he probably has essential information." Yeah, Cirota," Roger snarled. "I warned him that if anything happened to Ayame, I'd cut off his balls..." Roger!" Sarah exclaimed. "You could. As she took the last sip, she felt Francesco’s hands on her shoulders, caressing, roaming, and seeking. With a sigh, she relaxed back against his muscular teenage chest and enjoyed the feel of his fingers. She felt his arms around her and his hands cupping her breasts, then his hot breath on the back of her neck, kissing. As she savored his kisses, Francesco started unbuttoning her blouse. When she made a token resistance, he brushed her hands away. Suddenly Francesco was holding her naked.