"Make love to me Tommy" Mum you're, well you're. Er you know aren't you?" Yes I'm still bleeding a bit, does it bother you?" Hell no mum, but aren't y...u sore?" No darling, not at all why?" I just think that after the funeral, we should have a week or so away somewhere you know to gather our thoughts and I could do with some sun on my face" I'd have thought you'd had enough heat for now!"But she said it without any malice of course and we both smiled as we went hand in hand upstairs.We did make. But I catch you by the hair easily, pulling you off balance. "You aren't going anywhere bitch," I say, and you can feel my breath on your neck as I push you, face first, into the wall. Now I'm groping you, squeezing and kneading your ass with one hand, still holding you by the hair. "yeah bitch, that's real nice," I'm shoving my hand between your legs now, I can feel the heat coming off your pussy and I want to touch it. You aren't making it easy for me though, wiggling and moving your hips. I amreminded of this as I approach the door and stop, asI do everyday, and smile, once again having caught myreflection in the glass of my homeroom at John BryantElementary School. All the instances of anger andfrustration, confusion, pain, and heartbreak seemsmall and petty. I see a happy, confident, beautifulwoman in a flower print dress and sweater. A young,married woman going home to the home she shares withthe most amazing man, to the life they?ve builttogether. I am struck by how. One of his legs fell snugly in between her open thighs, and she rubbed her hot, hair protected cunt against him in perfect harmony. He kissed her again, his mouth dry with barbaric thirstiness, and she raised her thigh to press gently in against the throbbing virility of his maleness. His head swam from the alcohol he'd drunk, and his long thick cock seeped with desire from her touch, its tip being massaged by the light brush of her smoothly warm skin. His massively rigid penis jerked, jumping.