.. so open it" he smirked."NO" I said.I went over the small couch and sat down. I didn't feel too comfortable down in the basement, but I figured this...way he really couldn't get to me. He'd have to get through all the old folks to get down to the basement. I heard thunder rumbling outside, it was gonna rain. It seemed like whenever we went to aunt Clary's it would rain.I heard the basement door open and close at the top of the stairs, and the sound of the lock latching.I jumped up tiptoed into. ”Susan had had the night planned out from well beforehand. Her new bottle of lubrication was near at hand. She bathed her fingers fully with the cool liquid and when she tickled her son’s anus with one of them, he shivered with delight.“Kiss me, mom,” Susan heard her son say earnestly.She reached up and held her face close upon his. She could feel his nervous breath upon her skin, his lips waiting for hers in anticipation of a familiar intimacy. But instead of the usual affectionate kiss, she. Saw the show Absinthe at Caesars Palace Friday night. What a funny show. Very crude but hilarious. But I'm sure you don't want to hear about that. What you do want to hear, is all about what happened Saturday night. After dinner at the buffet. My husband heads off to play poker, the kind they show on TV. I enjoy playing roulette. I find a table. It's crowded, but there is a place at the end near the rope. First I should tell you what I'm wearing. Black slacks, Black plunge bra, and a black. "Did this bastardtouch you?"On the ground, Turk, still cupping his groin, a wet spot spreadingon his jeans beneath his hands, shook his head wildly, whimpering,trying to answer the question himself. "N... n... no Mom," Ben finally replied. On the ground Turkpractically fainted from relief. "Let's get you home, come on." Susan slung her arm around Ben'swaist and led him across the street to a broken down hovel of anapartment building. "Mom, where's you're car?" Around back, Ben, why?" Why is.