Well I guess you think I’m getting a little soft now. Just you read on! Dinner with that fucking bitch the next weekend was never going to be enjoya...le, but there was an upside which I had never expected, and I don’t mean Wallace. Martin went off to watch the football with his dad, leaving me with that cow. I decided to get away from her by saying I needed a sleep. She was nearly tripping over herself to help me up to bed. So there I was going through her drawers, like you do, when I saw her. Her mouth pulled off her mother's tit and she rolled onto her back, a sharp intake of air indicating she was coming grandly."Oh, God yes, Mom, yes!" she groaned, her voice just above a whisper. She was coming. It was not a dynamic, explosive, mind- shattering orgasm, but it was still grand.What her climax lacked in intensity it more than made up for in duration. She couldn't stop shaking. She couldn't stop her pussy from gushing its sweet juices. She couldn't stop her clit from quivering.Dianne. Ling grinned at her. ‘Just us, no George, okay, ‘eh?’ ‘Just us,’ Val echoed, as the Asian girl’s tiny hands ran up Val’s legs, pushing up her red dress. A moment later they pushed her thigh’s apart. Val could barley see Ling although she knew she was close enough to kiss her… a bolt of fire flashed up from Val’s cunt as a sweet, velvet vice closed over it. The strong little eel that swam up her vagina made her swallow a surprised moan. Ling’s fingertip expertly rubbed her clit, already. We run the city now, not that useless fek of a Gil,” the woman spat, then made like she was going to strike at Brena. She never finished the motion. Brena moved and before the woman could pull back, her tongue was hanging out of the slash across her throat. Brena grabbed it and pulled it as far as it would stretch then let go. She stepped back as the woman dropped to her knees, her hands clutching at her throat in a vain attempt to push things back together. She bled out in a minute. “Andrew,.