" Molly whimpered as his fingers dipped beneath her, massaging her inner thighs. His strokes were slow and insistent, building the fire inside her aga...n. Her robe fell open, baring her breasts. She cupped her scented flesh, pinching nipples between forefingers and thumbs. "Hmm...know anyone who's up for the job?" She gave him a challenging look, her mouth parting on a sigh as his thumbs pressed against her pussy. Amusement glimmered in his eyes. "You keep that up, you'll regret it." He used his. Even though my dick was struggling to become erect, my mind had had enough, and I soon dropped off to sleep.I woke up to find myself alone in the middle of the bed. Kristin was gone and, when I rolled over, I could see my mother lying with her back to me, near the edge of the bed, with just a sheet covering her from the waist down.Intending to go back to sleep, I slid over lie next to her."Shh." Mom hushed me, even though I hadn't said anything. She grabbed the hand that had frozen as I was. And I don’t look like I’m thirty-five, apparently. Whatever thirty-five is, you know, supposed to look like to nineteen-year-old girls. Yeah, nineteen-year-old girls. My daughter, for starters: Kiera. I know, I know, you’re doing the maths right now, aren’t you? Yes, I really was a father at sixteen. That… well, that doesn’t matter now. Like I said, if you really want the details of all this stuff, you can find them elsewhere. For now, all you need to know is that she’s grown up to be a. They had all been shot once in the back of the head. For some reason, I did not think that this was a coincidence. While Taco Bell was my choice for supper, I always went to the Waffle House for breakfast. I was a creature of habit and had the same plate of pancakes and fried eggs every day. I never had to order, unless there was a new waitress. The girls would usually slip a piece of bacon or sausage on my plate, because they knew it would get them a good tip. It was a joke between us, and.