She had one of those voices you sometimes hear that no matter what subject they are talking about; make you think they are referring to a sexual situa...ion.I recounted all what happened and then we went into the circumstances why I had landed outside Gerry's home."You were quite right to give Steven a thrashing; he has needed it for years, the arrogant little swine," Bette said."Steven so that's his name is it. How do you know him?" I asked her."Steven Boot! He's my nephew worst the luck. You. The girls are safe. Let it go. We have to get you out if here before the police arrive. Come now." Kris pulled Pete to his feet, put him in a car and drove toward the Hudson. Sirens wailed in the distance.Soon, Pete's bloody clothes and shoes were floating toward the Atlantic and he was on the way home in Kris' car. Pete slumped in the seat, crashing from the berserker frenzy. He was drained. Kris misunderstood, believing the exhaustion to be an emotional remorse reaction.In any event, he. I think of "Letter to readers" as a love letter to me personally that we wanted to share with our readers. Also I was the author of the two comments at the bottom, numbers 6 and 11, that have my name attached. This was not a hack by someone like Keith to make me, the character in the story, look real. I think we both love each other though our romance has more ups and downs than a rollercoaster. We've already had two breakups, but can't seem to stay apart very long. I was overjoyed when. "Its really going to be a big test!" said Steve's mother, "Think I can pass?"Steve was confused about what they were talking about and must have looked it too."Better get him hard!" said Steve's father.Steve's mother dropped to her knees right away and started to lick Steve's limp prick. She ran her tongue along its full length starting the process of making his cock swell. She rubbed the shaft and flared head on her cheek while kissing the shaft."Jesus this thing is huge!" she said, "I just.