.. I’d like to get some books to read. I’ve read just about everything we have in the house already? I have my library card with me.”“Sure, ho...ey – that’s a good idea. Don’t stop learning, whatever else you do. I remember reading four or five books every year in school.”Our town had a nice branch library. My empty school bag could hold about six or seven of the books I wanted.She parked and went in with me to the counter, where I showed my card and was allowed in.Mom lingered at the counter. As soon as she finished, she felt a wave of guilt wash over her and started crying. She was being blackmailed and raped, just because it felt good sometimes, did not make what they were doing to her right. She was 16, confused, and up to a few days ago a virgin. She wiped her tears away, put back on her pajamas and headed to the kitchen for breakfast. She made herself a bowl of cereal and sat down in the living room to watch TV while she ate. When she finished, she laid down and it wasn’t long. The gleaming black satinbag Timmy was cinched into on top of the table began to twitch and thento writhe! The straps began to pull tight and creak as Madge held herposition. Timmy began to struggle further. "Mmmmmmm, I love it when he struggles, mmmmm," she gasped as she grittedher teeth in a pained smile and tossed her head back in satisfaction toenjoy the sensation as Timmy writhed and struggled under her. And themore Timmy struggled writhing and "Mmmfffed" the more excited Madgebecame until. I gave him a hug and it felt good, he felt warm and I liked his arms around me. We eventually said goodbye to my friends and he drove me home. After we pulled into my driveway he flipped his center console up in his truck so we could get closer to each other and he kissed me, flicking his tongue against mine. It was almost instant chemistry and it boggled my mind. We kept kissing, getting a little more intense and he slipped his hand under my sweater and put his hand on my breast and I felt my.