I knew he read a lot of sex stories on his computer and also visited quite a few sites on it to but what I asked myself now was would he really want t... do something with his mom? Maybe I would see if he would lick my fingers. I mean if he wasn't interested in that then he probably wouldn't want anything beyond that.I said what the hell to myself and I dipped my fingers back in my wet pussy while my back and my chair were still facing away from him. I was sure he could smell my wet pussy from. Maybe months. Maybe longer. No wedding ring.“I remember Douglas Arlington and not just because he went on to play for the Dodgers.”“Oh?”“Something happened to him. Right before graduation. Two weeks or so. His mother called and told principal Rivera that she had to rush up to San Francisco to care for her brother who had been in a car accident.”Heather Arlington had never had a brother.“Douglas had been an indifferent student, but his grades were decent enough. We mailed him his. Even though she was almost twenty-two years old, those puckish freckles gave her the appearance of a teen-aged tomboy, despite her alluring curves, but she had learned to live with them over the years consoling herself with the memory of Henry once having said that they were "cute" and made her actually prettier. Despite what was to her the annoyance of the freckles, she could see in the little compact mirror that she was indeed a very attractive young woman, the kind of young woman whose. Hades choked, his eyes wide. He had heard stories of the Ephaemeryl, heard descriptions, seen the statues and reliefs around the city depicting them, but having one alive, right there, in front of him- it was wearing a cloak embroidered with sigils, but its face was haunting and pleasing. They were shorter than the men of his village, and with weaker jaws, but something about this creature, with bronze skin and long brown locks of hair curling and tumbling down her shoulders made Hades care.