At least let him have some memory of us.’ ‘What kind of a mother do you think I am?’ ‘One who loves her son enough to change her life to get h...m back. And one who trusts his love for her enough to let him have some memory of the friends who took care of him. And of his father.’ ‘Don’t even bring Ben into this.’ Julie barely kept the fury from her voice. ‘All right.’ Dani met Julie’s glare, and held her gaze until Julie had to look away. ‘Okay, he can keep the stuff,’ Julie said uncomfortably.. ) Their raging urges gradually came under control, even though Alan still only wore a T-shirt and Susan just her soaked panties.Even then, Susan was still riding an erotic high, although it wasn't the off-the-charts all-out lust she'd felt when she'd been bobbing on and licking him. She deliberately delayed putting on any more clothes, reveling in the freedom of staying nearly naked (due to her soaked panties) in front of her studly son. She felt a never-ending "pinch me; I'm dreaming" joy. She. “He’s not allowed inside because he’s a work dog,” she told me earnestly, “but mum lets me play with him by the back door when he’s not working.”With tea made, we sat at the table in silent companionship. I was starting to have serious feelings for Anita, but I know that I live a strange life and I wanted to see where this relationship might lead.“You know, I’ve started developing feelings for you,” I began. “At first, I just saw someone who needed to be rescued from a terrible situation, but. I can’t see you. Then you gag me and I know something is up. As you bite and scratch my back I can feel myself become even more wet and it sends chills up my spine. As you tell me to take it and like it, I become a little frightened at what you might have planned. Once you start spreading my ass cheeks I know what is up and I begin to move frantically and yell. I am able to move my feet, but not much as I am on my tip-toes and my yelling is pointless against the fabric shoved into my mouth. You.