Abouthow he was shot to death during a routine traffic stop a month before Iwas born.I tore my face from the picture and went to the fridge to make a ...nack.Dad's death (she had told me) had nearly destroyed her. The policesurvivor benefits had provided well. She was able to pull up roots fromher native Los Angles and move to the comparative tranquility of theMidwest. To recoup. To start a new life with her new son.Mom joined me in the kitchen. "So did you learn anything at schooltoday?" she. She'd spent so many hours, sometimes even whole days, just sitting on the windowsill, staring out and dreaming of the day she could finally leave. She watched the waves lapping against the walls of the castle, perched as it was on a small island in the centre of a vast lake. Beyond that, across the single stone bridge, she could see a great forest, stretching on and on for miles, before giving way to wild, flat grasslands, that continued all the way to the horizon. It was a beautiful. “Honestly, I’m just surprised we made it through 4 years of university without screwing our teacher. He was such a hottie, sucks he fell down the stairs and was hospitalized or I would’ve bounced his brains out!” She can’t help but giggle.“Oh my god Anna, you fucking little slut! Cougar has her claws out!” I spit out, barely able to contain my laughter.“Well fuck, I can’t help it, my kitty has a mind of her own” I see a smirk slowly forming on her face.She never shied away from a challenge. For. He told me, "spit on it". So I did, he stroked and stroked with one hand on the back of my head he gently pushed into my wet mouth. I couldn't take it all but i swallowed what I could. He was loud, moaning and groaning i knew his buddies could hear but I didn't care. I sucked and sucked. I knew I loved it and almost as quickly as he entered me I wanted to see him shoot a load like I did. I pulled off his cock just long enough to tell him to tell me before he chums.He thrust back into my mouth.