Little Dora, my mothers mothers name, mattered.The tome I had been reading for the last three hours was giving me a headache. Written centuries ago, t...e ink almost blurry on the thick parchment, setting down the beliefs that we now lived by. This book, and others like it, were the forebears of our way of life. I sat back and grabbed for a bottle of Tylenol and a glass of water."Headache again darling?"It was mother, standing in the doorway to my personal office at home. I simply chased the two. "Guten Abend Herr Nash, ich bin Frau Elizabeth von Epp"She was dressed in a fawn raincoat which was soaked by the almost constant rain. Her face was flushed, and her eyes sparkled in anger, obviously leading to her outburst at the unfortunate officer who had been on the receiving end.Taken by surprise, Tony bowed slightly, and taking her gloved hand he kissed it. She blushed slightly, and turning towards the silent group of officers who were close enough to be watching and listening to the. She repressed the instinct to swallow. His cock lurched and strained between her lips, spurting more of his vital essence into her cunt-mouth, and again she refused the urge to swallow. Again the thrashing prick erupted and another stream of Carlos' thick, musky semen gushed across her tongue. She did not swallow, even now with her mouth full of her lover's semen. Carlos withdrew his wet prick, dribbling drops of his seed over her lips and chin and breasts, anointing her face and bosom with his. ‘Never heard of him, but he should do something with this damn road of his.’ I looked back over at the huge swell at the top of the hill, and shook my head slowly. It looked like a ski jump, and I was not surprised at the result of my hitting it, especially at the speed I had been traveling. ‘I’ll tell Darnell next time I see him,’ the woman answered with a chuckle. ‘Maybe he should put up a new speed limit sign back at the town line. Guess some people can’t tell that some kids spray painted.