By now my Mum is holding my head and trying to pull my face into her, wanting me to just suck her hard, make her cum. I take her clit in my mouth and ...uck gently, taking my Mum to another level. Then I run my tongue over her pussy lips and suck them into my mouth. All the while my fingers are fucking her pussy, all four of them. I remove my fingers and slide my tongue into her pussy, burying my face into her juicy, wet, honey pot, my nose rubbing her clit, my tongue exploring her wetness, her. Every time we'd gone out, whether exploring or cutting wood or hunting, we've always spooked small game. Sometimes it been a hare, but mostly it had been some kind of game bird. Since we weren't heading up on the escarpment, I'd decided that the 12-gauge loaded with buckshot would do the trick. After all, I'd wanted duck for a while now and in the last week or so, several flocks had flown over our settlement heading for warmer climes. A few had rested up on our lake, joining our resident flock.. "But she always gave us shit about reading comics in high school. What's she doing here?" She comes here every Tuesday at closing time, though she doesn't know why." Huh?" I asked but Angie was approaching the counter."Well, well, well," she said, as condescending as I remembered her. "The Dysfunctional Duo, together again. Evildoers beware!" Hi Angie," I said and she raised her perfectly-plucked eyebrows at me in answer."Don't you have anything worth looking at?" she asked Daniel."Well, I. I just want to write the story out so that I can be really clear in my mind what did happen, so that I can be on my guard. The bookstore is huge, a full city block and many stories, a veritable labyrinth of wooden and metal shelves, with old books and new ones, of every conceivable type. I had found the book I came to get, a used copy of Faust, and I was going toward the cash registers to pay and leave when I stumbled into the art section. Before I realized it, I had wandered into a back room.