.. in my bedroom. I have it recorded. I have video of Dylan fucking you on my bed like a cheap whore. I can show ya the video if you want. It's hooked...up to my TV. Want to go watch?" Tears streamed down her face as she shook her head no. I loved it, and continued: "Also included are the emails and pictures you sent to Young Florida Stud, also known as Derrick, also known as me. You were talking to me, Mom. You sent naked pictures of yourself to me. And today you went to Publix to meet me. Of. She could feel the still –twitching cock rest inside her. She let it be. There was lots to teach the young man. And lots to take given that she was not getting enough of what she wanted, and she just had redefined the meaning of that word: “wanting”.When he had calmed enough, she pushed him off. The young man rolled off his mother and was on his back. His arms were already outstretched as he prepared to receive his mother. He knew she would be riding him now and he was aching for her wet sheath. But that’s only because your now on top of me riding my cock up & down like a carousel!……Realizing you’ve just reached a height of orgasmic passion that you have NEVER felt before!…..With absolutely NO warning to you, I pull my cock from your gushing pussy & with the one hand I still have full of your hair I begin helping you to your knees. But you don’t need the assistance! You want to taste my cum as bad as I want you to!….. “That’s right, my baby girl knows what time it is now doesn’t she?. She'd already discovered in working with Prue that it couldn't BE WORK, it had to be free and fun or it simply wasn't any good. That little girl within her couldn't use her magic crayons under any other conditions.It was agreed then that anyone who wanted the Art Angel would have to give her some "creative license" in what she would create. The final decision of what she could do had to be in Sara's coloring hand and that was not negotiable.Sara also assured Prue that if anyone had exclusive.