And then licked her. Softly, just grazing her clit with the tip of my tongue.(Click)"Oh god ... Sin, no!" Mom groaned. "We ... we..."(Click)I ran my t...ngue through the wet slick folds of her slit, spearing her for a moment, tasting her sweetness as she once again groaned deeply. The press of her face even more so against my own. "Lick it," I thought. "Lick it mom ... lick it."(Click)I drew her clit into my mouth, gently sucking it now, caressing it with the flat of my tongue, feeling her. You have Mom to make love to and you don't need anyone else. I loved you so much and, then, you married Mom. I wanted you to make love to me but you never have. All I hear every night is you and Mom in your bedroom, making love. Fucking each other. And nobody wants to make love to me. Nobody wants to fuck me."I just stood there over her as tears ran down her cheeks, her breaths coming in chokes."This is it, you want me to make love to you instead of your mother?"Mattie stood up, put her arms. Yes, a woman runs that outfit. She is a former stripper and sex slave from fair Minsk in Belarus, in fact. Fifty-five years old and more than a little certifiable by now. She has a notable scar on her belly that she likes to expose by baring her midriff.“Then there is the Aryan Cross gang, the only white gang in the city ... and they control a very limited sector. They’re mostly led by ex-cons who were in the Aryan Brotherhood as well as lifelong skinheads. Ironically, despite their professed. She acknowledged.Ted and I watched them move beyond us. Ted motioned to me to stay put and he moved to the front of the house where he could continue to track them. I was watching the SUV that was still in place. “Jack, they are continuing toward the next road. Let me know what the SUV is doing.”“Okay.”We waited some more. The SUV cranked and pulled into a drive. Then, it backed out and went to the main road and headed toward the road closer to the complex. I told Ted. Later, he said, “They.