I mean my mother ... was on her lips! I could never accept it, can’t accept it because I’m pretty sure it’s still going on, because I really did...’t want to go there! But ... fuck ... it kind of turned me on.”“What are you talking about?” Moe asked.“I never told you?”“When you and Belle and Frederica were together,” Cheryl said.“You told me about that but ... wow. That’s actually pretty intense.”“Yeah,” said Cheryl. “Belle and his mom have had a thing since...”“High school,” Joe said.“Belle was. This was no different, as the mug wobbled against the General's desk."WHAT? What do you mean 'she escaped'?!" I -- " Does that mean she actually went past you guys, and you knew it!?" Y-yes, but..." NO BUTS!" The flattop-donning, heavily built man sat back into his chair and, after an unbearable silence, resigned with a long exhalation of I'm-getting-too-old-to-be-stressed-about-this-crap irascibility. Pinned to his uniform was a row of metals, from civil recognition to field achievements that. As always this is our game we play and we enjoy so please men, don't spoil it by being too aggressive with her and put her off. She likes to feel wanted and she is so pretty with that figure it's not hard.The above is what I put on here a few days ago on my blog........Well we were both turned on by this particularly after she read how excited I was on here so her suggestion to please me was to go back to the old pub and she will tease those old guys again. So last night we went back and I was. Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe that cloudiness in her eyes, the bit lower lip, is expression of more.- - -I try to meet her halfway, growling and cursing and yanking at the cuffs hooked round the bedpost. I try to let fly mad savage want with bared teeth and a flash in the eyes. I owe her that… at least that. But it’s halfhearted masquerade. And fuck does she know it. We never fully meshed growing up on the streets. We fucked to learn. To pass the time. Until time stopped. Until she came along and.