I just didn't fucking know." What can I do to repay you?" he cried."First off, stop fucking crying," I snapped, "But-"He looked down at the floor, and...I just had to stop yelling at him."I'm sorry," I said, "It just makes me so angry that you are so upset you can't see caring even when it exists." No, I'm sorry," he said, "Now please tell me what I can do to repay you for helping me. I was so lost in self pity, I just shut off. For seven fucking years. You just turned me back on again. What can. Pet smirked as I carefully arranged the panties on top of the other pile. "I hope you don't expect a reward for that! Get upstairs, Pig!" She was still talking much louder than normal. Oh, and I should have known something was wrong when she called me 'Pig'. My brain was not thinking and my swelling cock was leading the way. I was still hoping to please her, and let her please me. I hurried up the stairs. She stopped me in the hall outside of her bedroom. "Kneel!" she commanded, and I did. She. I loved her no matter what, so what difference did it make?"I'm sorry, it just keeps popping out. To me, like I said before, it doesn't matter. You're gorgeous, and you're so much more sure of yourself than a younger woman, which is pretty erotic in itself. I know you probably don't feel especially confident at times, but I can tell you have a pretty good idea who you are and what you want, and it makes you more beautiful yet."So, no more comments about age, and I apologize for having harped on. . U.S.A." Then, you're not going to do anything... ?" I didn't say that! I said that we're not going to go out and bring in every teen-age kid who happens to be riding a motorcycle!" I know you said that, but..." Because... Mister Belleson... It's only a coincidence that the boy who robbed you... was also riding a motorcycle! We'll be checking out on it, tomorrow!" The sergeant turned away to attend to a trivial matter on his desk."Is that all... ?" Yes, Sir!" Christ... I'm in your town a few.