“Do you have time miss?” I asked accepting her offer of a second opinion. She nodded her head as she sat on the edge of the sofa, “Drop your tro...sers” she instructed with a little giggle, “Let mummy take a look” she continued with a grin and then I had flashbacks of my own mother, how weird is that?I pulled off my tee shirt as I thought it would hinder her access and my socks and then slowly undid the zipper of my trousers but was a bit hesitant as I knew she would see my boner.“what’s wrong?”. My brazilian panties reveal most of my sunkissed cheeks and Doug gives them full attention. My breath hitches as he pulls them down and the sensation of his hand on my bare skin nearly makes me orgasm in a heartbeat. His hands smooth over my cheeks, squeezing and pinching as an exploratory finger moves down my crevice to press on my star. I gasp as he strokes the sensitive skin around my rosebud. Moving his fingers down fractionally he runs his fingertip over my nectar soaked flower and tickles. The memories of his bloodbath quickly began to drown him. He killed one innocent after another until he had entered his own home with the intent to kill his family. As if sliding into place all of his memories filled that gap that had been missing in him. Lastly he remembered the betrayal of a kind voice within his head. With his newfound sense of balance and his knowledge of the shaping, he was overtaken by a realization. When he had entered his bloodlust, a demon had found him and latched on.. "But we lost it in the ninth, 9-7." That should be in the cover of this year's Oriole Magazine," I said. "Lost it in the ninth, 9-7." We're fucked," Burkowitz agreed. And then, "Sorry, Juniper."She waved off the apology and grabbed my hand from bedside. Leaning down close to my ear, she first stuck her tongue deep into that dubious passage and wetly flicked it a few times. Then she whispered, "I'm glad somebody is!"Well, it really did seem to be becoming a pattern: Juniper and I could have hot.