A quietness settled over the kitchen. Then the toast popped up and startled me.“Oh shit.” I got myself moving and went upstairs to mom’s bedroom... The door was open, so I walked in. Mom was lying on the bed face down with her head on her arms, sobbing. I went over, sat on the edge of the bed and started to rub her back. “It’s okay, mom, it’s okay, we can fix this.”Mom sat up while wiping the tears from her cheeks. “How can we fix this? Men just don’t like me.”“I don’t think that’s true. Can I. She was beginning to breathe heavily as her fluid ran into my mouth, coating my face. I felt her thighs beginning to tighten around my face, I knew she was getting close to an orgasm. I ran both hands up her stomach, finally reaching her breasts, where I softly kneaded them with my hands. I was out of my mind with passion, I was truly pleasuring a goddess, the woman of my dreams. Suddenly with no warning, Ashley exploded into a violent orgasm, her thighs clamping down on my head.She grabbed the. Pressure, and rubbing, there, periodically, had complimented the fiery sting from her buttocks and confused the messages being sent to her brain. The pain was searing, yet well-calibrated, and his apparent awareness ofjusthowmuchshe could take was at once bewildering, and fucking irritating. Just as she was about to utter their word, he stopped, and the fingers slid in and did their work. Denying her the soothing caress she instinctively craved, and at once reviled, but using the interfering. We continued to wait for a few more minutes. Then a spotlight hit a microphone and a famous Italian tenor--you'd recognize him in an instant-- was standing there waiting to sing. A voice boomed over the loudspeakers, "Ladies and gentlemen, please rise for our national anthem," and the fat, bearded tenor began to sing, his strong clear voice echoing throughout the vast cavern. I tell you, I've been to a lot of ball games but this version of the national anthem was really moving.When the tenor.