“Thank you dear,” said his mother. She blew him a kiss and turned to keep walking to the house.Bobby had been silent. “So what exactly does that...mean Mom?” he asked Cathy.She turned her head. “It means, handsome son of mine, that if I’m not already pregnant, I will be in two or three days if we keep doing what we did today.”“Oh,” he said. “Do you want me to stop?”She stopped and turned. Then she put her arms around him and kissed him soundly. “Not particularly,” she said after the kiss. “I. Her face tipped down her eyes on the floor, "The Funric account… was lost to another company."He looked down at her, 5 foot 6 perhaps 135 lbs. Huge natural tits held up by a thin silk and lace bra. her blond hair recently re touched from her natural dark brown. he liked this blond look on her. made her look more of the whore she was. Her dark eyes stayed to the floor, her submissiveness sent blood rushing to his groin. At the age of 35 she was a stunning woman. at least now she was. ten years. A bastard I certainly was not; big-headed, I certainly was. I confirmed this by comparing my head to my peers. Mine was larger, by several centimeters to a dozen, depending upon the boy measured. I didn't ask any girls, therefore my hasty research may possibly be flawed, not that I felt much concern for this omission.I didn't mind at all if my head were out of proportion with my body. I began learning to read at age four upon Father's knee. I learned music from my mother at an early age,. She was absolutely mine, but she could also see that I am absolutely hers. ‘Oh my beautiful Cindy, I am yours, I am under your spell and I am so deeply in love with you.’ I said. She lifted her head and kissed me. ‘Oh master the love you have for me makes me whole. The way you make love to me is beyond anything anyone has ever written about or I ever dreamed about. Thinking about how you just took me and marked me as yours makes me realize how lucky I am. You are my life and I devote myself to.