It was a constant nagging irritation, that there was something he had been meaning to do, but he could never quite think if it, like a word you are tr...ing to recall that is just on the tip of your tongue, but you just can't grasp. He should have been used to feeling this way, since it had been happening for the past year, but instead of getting used to it, it was festering in his rotten soul like an infected splinter under his fingernail. It was nagging and itching in his mind, and he was. How do you erase the past and carry on a clean slate when demons greet you in the mirror?Beyond Miss Larson’s profuse stutters, rabbit-like jitters and meek foundation, she had an artist’s eye. All the bad he had done in his life, his past—how long had he sat in the basement, crafting a mask acceptable for society? Testing out the plastic smiles and carving his defects from his eyes? Just to have this little ... little colored princess from the states swirl into his life, and look at his. ” She handed me the stack of papers. I started leafing through them reading some of the shorter ones. I saw that mother started ripping off her clothes while I read the papers.She took my cock in her hands and licked the life into it. As I read the procedures, I asked, “Have you read these?”Mother looked up at me and said, “I read them while Cindy was getting her exam. The Doctor wanted to fuck her during the exam, but he held back. He said he had appointments to handle this afternoon. Read the. Thank you,” she uttered, reddening. “Uh, would you like a drink?”“No thanks. I don’t drink.”She was a bit disappointed as she had hoped he would accept and give her a chance to down another drink or two to work up her courage. She had already downed a few in the hopes they would release some of her inhibitions but, alas, she was still terribly nervous although she tried not to show it.“So...” he said, since she had made no move to undress.“Uh, what would you like me to do?” she asked, knowing.