Amy thought a little about this and then asked, "Did you take her to the Fireside Lodge?" When Ray nodded yes, she said, "So you're THAT RAY!" Amy the... moved closer to him to where her breasts were now touching his chest.When the song was over they stood on the dance floor waiting for the next song to start. Ray complimented Amy on how beautiful she looked that night and how she was a good a dancer. Since Amy was standing right next to Ray and he was looking down when he talked to her. He could. Without saying anything, I moved around a little, just to rub my hard nipples on his back some more. I then reached around and grabbed hold of his cock, which was nearly hard by now. “Ummmm, yeah, do that some more,” he said. I started rubbing his cock with firm strokes and he obviously enjoyed it, because his cock became rock hard. “Ooh, you’re stroking it so nice, now I want you to suck it,” he said. Just then, he rolled over onto his back and got a look at me. He was kind of groggy and he. .. Not my own son... I can't fuck my own little baby boy..." Why not?" was all the small voice inside her head said in response.She had repressed her sexual desires for years, and now they were breaking free. The small moral part of Janice Monroe that was left, was waging a losing battle to the sexually hungry darker side of her personality.As the two of them reached the top of the stairs and started towards her bedroom Janice's mind raced."This is it! If I go in there with him I'm lost. It'll. Noirtier"--"How? M. Noirtier?" Yes; think you it was the poor servant's life was coveted? No, no; like Shakespeare's 'Polonius, ' he died for another. It was Noirtier the lemonade was intended for--it is Noirtier, logically speaking, who drank it. The other drank it only by accident, and, although Barrois is dead, it was Noirtier whose death was wished for." But why did it not kill my father?" I told you one evening in the garden after Madame de Saint-Meran's death--because his system is.