She placed her hand and rubbed it over her leg. Her hand moved to the boxers of her Son. She felt the rock hard cock pushing against the boxer. By tou...hing his penis she felt the heart rate pushing the blood to his penis head, his penis giving small jumping movements, it was so long ago that she felt so heated up. She felt daring. She got up and straddled her Son. She could feel his cock against her pussy. Just like she wanted. It felt so good. She knew how wrong it was, but it felt so damn. " He... he's out on the field raping my friend. She's a cheerleader, too. Sherry!" Don't worry. I know her boyfriend, Ben. He's one of the star players on the team. Come with me." Nichols turned and walked into the office. He snapped on the light switch and picked up a phone. He dialed and smiled just a little, grim and determined, while he waited for someone to answer. Finally, he said, "Ben? Mr. Nichols. Yeah, sure. Look, you better get over here, 'Bradford's raping your girl. Hell, I don't. I got breakfast for Asmedogh, drank my coffee slowly, toasted a bagel when I was ready, and then faced the same dilemma I had yesterday: warming up wasn't possible, and my routine was thrown off. Well, I was resourceful. For a while I tried to concentrate on a book I'd bought and hadn't yet read, but wisps of concern about what would happen when Camilla at last awoke kept intruding and I gave it up, just turning on my rarely-used TV to check the news.It turned out to be a long morning. TV news. Fortunately it worked, and he went away. I headed for the kitchen, to get some thing to eat, I wasn't surprised to see the light was on, we usually left it on to deter burglars further. What did surprise me was my wife sitting in the kitchen, with a woman that I didn't know. "I see that you finally found the car then, Kath rang to say that you were wandering around the car parks". "You told her", I said amazed. "No she just noticed you, and rang to tell me, I told her that you were going to.