They always leave.” She closed the door. Patty had finally been the first to see the parallels between her life and her mother’s. Jackson left in ... confused haze. He was thick, but not stupid. The message found its way into his brain before he got home. He was the loser guy, and Patty was the gorgeous little mom who repeated the same mistake over and over again.He didn’t call. That would have been painful for both of them. He did text once after he’d had three days to think. If he had spelled a. He was still the debaucher he had always been, but his own sexual vitality had ebbed. He, of course, blamed his impotence on Marianne, raging that she was no longer enough woman to excite him, but even after consorting with several ladies of the evening he began to accept (even if only to himself) that he would need extraordinary types of stimuli to get and hold an erection. Despite his continual barrage of put-downs he was also becoming aware of how Marianne was developing physically. He was. ”“I love it when you call, you always make me feel good. Now, tell me what’s up. I know by now, you never call unless you’ve got something happening big-time.”“Mona, I’m at the Old Glendale Farm, and we have serious problems again.”“JOSEY?”“Rondo was over here checking the place out. We haven’t had a chance to come back since the day I filed the papers at the Stewart County Courthouse. He saw three men entering the house, and they had keys to the locks. I had just gotten back from my trip to. Oh god Jon ... Mmmmm, " was the only thing I was able to utter. "Open your legs further Rachel, let me taste your sweet nectar." Instinctively, I spread my legs, and grabbed Jon's head. Running my hands thru his hair, and pushing his face into my mound. I felt his tongue sliding slowly thru my slit. I let out a moan from deep in my throat. I felt his tongue sliding up over my slowly hardening bud, flicking it back and forth. My hips began grinding into his mouth, almost suffocating him, desire.