Monica overpowered him and said "Mind ur language. u r talking to ur mother". Ronnie again overpowered her and shouted "which mother that which fucked...her own son??!!!". This time tears rolled out of her eyes and leaning on the wall she wept. She thought how she could be so erotic within these days and could do that. Why could not she control herself . Seeing his mother weeping, he also cried. "Mom I am going to leave u alone and going out of the house for ever", he spoke and started marching.. "Well, Abby, is that just about the way you remember it? Or are these five witnesses mistaken? I especially want to know about those things you yelled and screamed about. Perhaps, you were saying something they couldn't understand. If so, what was it?" W-w-when he shoved his big t-t-tongue in me, Mama, I was scared. I hadn't ever really touched it before then. He kept playing here and then there, and it was driving me crazy. I yelled to keep him from tickling me to death. Honest, Mama. Once I. Given her injuries, the effort to get to the camp and her helpless situation she was in, it was too much for her. She dropped into unconsciousness again. She came round at intervals, only to pass out again as she tried to move to find some water. Even her can of water and the jerry cans of petrol had been taken, and there was no hope that she could crawl back to the pool, for by now the true agony of her injuries was beginning to make itself felt with even greater intensity. At some time, it. The car doors opened, cold air being let in. her nipples hardened in the cold air and goose bumps rose across her skin. Someone grabbed her ankles and dragged her across the cars seat. she was hauled over a huge, strong and broad shoulder and carried a short distance into some sort of building that echoed. A warehouse maybe? A metal door slammed shut a while after she was inside. She could smell a damp air around her and she was still rather cold. Her pussy was still wet, and her legs were.