Her, "OH..." was as much a cry as a sigh, as her son once again suckled. But it was so different this time. This time her whole body was suffused with...sexual desire. Every inch of her yearned for Jason to be where she could hardly imagine him - inside her. Janice wrestled with the images of her son astride her, on top of her, having her aching center filled with her boy's manhood.Jason's sucking on his mother's tit also made him hungry for her. Her creamy flesh was full in his hand, and her. He said he wanted to get to know me better. I saw that Mrs. Parsons looked relieved that she wouldn't have to be in the same cart with him. I didn't try to get out of it. Two men came out with all of our golf clubs, except for Mr. Chalmers, because he had once again brought his clubs with him. At the first tee, Mr. Parsons insisted that he wanted the bet to be something other than money. He said that was so I would have something at stake, in case I lost. It was finally agreed that the losers. '" Not all people ... just the women. The men are thinking 'I want me some of that.'" Vee grinned.She was Some of that. It took years before she truly knew that she was the ogled one. It wasn't the blonde behind her ... well ... maybe ... but they were looking at her, too. Short she may be ... but she was look-at-able. Wendy was the only blonde over blue in the ancestry. Vee was Deep mahogany maroon with emerald green eyes and seven freckles across the bridge of her nose. The red started with. I stayed there less than a year. I decided I didn't want to work for someone else. So I went to Los Angeles and opened up my own practice. I dated a publicist out there and he got me some celebrity referrals. It was the Wendy Wright thing that got me thinking. I realized that I was the one who had lost my 'moral compass.' I know I accused you of that but it was me."The tears fell freely from her eyes."That poor family," she said in a choked voice. "I might as well have driven the car myself. I.