A mother who stood by Emily's side through thick and thin. One who cared more for her daughter's welfare than her own.It wasn't a dream about a mother...who'd dumped her daughter with Emily's great-grandmother, Babushka Oxana, and sped off before Gran could turn down the dubious honour of taking care of the child.On the other hand, Gran didn't seem especially surprised by this turn of events. "I suppose it's just got too much for you, dear," she said beaming a warm smile at the little girl. Emily. ..”Putting her fingers on his lips she said, “Shh, big boy, I’m your mother remember? I don’t need to hear about your conquests.” She winked and gave him a big smile. “It would just make me jealous.”Edging forward on her knees she raised up and, while looking at the ceiling in concentration she skimmed the head of her son’s penis back and forth in her lubricated groove. Making the connection she wiggled her hips then slowly settled on the length of his shaft emitting a long, “O-o-o-h,” before. ’ Looking at John’s sudden glance of hope, she said, ‘Yes, I like you too. It’s okay.’ John asked her very timidly, ‘Can…can we continue it?’ Tadeesha didn’t have to wait. She grabbed John and started tonguing him. John slobbered all over her tongue and into her mouth. Tadeesha started exploring into John using her tongue. She decided to make use of this awkward time. She held John’s head close to her and started licking his oral features. John did the same back to her. Tadeesha started to. She was beautiful. She was also terrified, but not of me. She looked back over her shoulder. I followed her gaze and saw two men striding toward us. They didn't look happy.I remembered my experience with Darlene and her step-father. If I helped this young woman, would I be getting myself in trouble?I didn't have time to continue my one-man debate. I'd unconsciously moved the woman behind me, putting myself between her and the two men. They were Hispanic, probably Mexican, mid- to late-twenties,.