Tell me something. Do you love your mother?” “Of course I do Granddad, why would you ask a question like that?” “What does love mean to you?�...� No one had ever asked me that before. I couldn’t put it into words. “Let me tell you what love means to you Jimmy. It means clean clothes, warm food and a nice place to live. All you have ever done is take and take all your life and that is ok. A boy your age should be able to get what he needs and wants. I am not saying that you have ever done. Oh My God you said you are such a nawty bitch ....... and I am going to tease you today as much as you tease me ....We get to your motel room and you hold me in your arms and kiss me - its been ages and you know I needed escape from realities- you lead me to your bed and lay down beside me and you just lie there and kiss me and hold me in your arms and stroke my face and my tears.The kisses between us get harder and hotter and more needier- hungrier and you either have your hands trying to. "Hi Chey,just bringing you some clothes" her mom said as she made her way to the closet to hang up the clothes. The whole time Cheyenne was either staring at her mothers luscious tits or round ass. She started to get horny and felt the heat rise in her. Cheyenne thought if she had control over her body maybe she could control this too. She concentrated hard to lower her temparature. But instead of cooling off, she only heated up! She started to sweat once more, sweat running down her face and. You lookedso sexy slamming yourself onto that dildo." Mmmm hmmm." I gave Henry a non-committal nod and continued painting. Ihad discovered that Henry talked more when I was silent."And then as things went along you had me use the dildo on you by hand.I guess it was that first time you pulled the back of your thong pantiesdown and wiggled your greased-up ass at me and told me to stick it in.Later, you were all but screaming 'Fuck me, Henry. Give it to me harder,harder.' When we finished, I.