I grabbed my mum by the hair and pulled her face close to my own. My mum tried to protest, but I kissed her hard on the lips. I heard my mum's muffled...moan escape into my mouth. I smiled with the power that I now had over her and my dad.As we continued to thrust our tongues into each other's mouths, I moved closer and pulled my mum against my body and let my fingers roam under her shirt along her back, sending shivers up her spine. My mum moaned as my mother's fingers gripped my firm, naked. Walking into the girls changing room you first squeeze past a clothing rack of parkas, Marcus decided to go to Iceland in the middle of the winter because he thought it might be emptier but so far it's been just as packed as it would be every other time of the year, squeezing past the jackets you move down to find a free locker, walking all the way down to the end you find one, you start taking off your boots and put them in the bottom of the locker, nest comes your green parka, and then you. Both women laughed with that throaty, sexy laugh that they had in common, then Sue said: “Hold that thought,” stepping out of my embrace and turning to Melanie.“So, here's the kicker,” she said to Mel. “There is a price for my generous forgiveness and understanding of your trollop-like behaviour, young lady.”“Uh-oh, here it comes,” retorted Melanie, looking at me. “And pray, what might that be, madam? Do tell.”“You got yours last night, I want mine tonight. I want to schedule a play date for. I love Girl. I have since that first night when we prayed together. I love her. It does not matter, I just have to be close to her. I'll never hurt you, Culburn and I'll never stop loving you, Girl. Please, Girl. Please."He was close to tears."It will be alright, Tommy-boy." She slid closer and held him.Being around Girl for a length of time one cried. It was part of the package. She cried. I cried. Now, Tommy cried. Plus he'd been thru the Hell of a suicide attempt so he was susceptible from.