Now it was my turn. It was up to me to decide what happened next. Out of some perverse sense of justice, I decided that I needed her to say the words ...hat she had implied so clearly. ‘So, what is it that you want Annie? What are you asking me to do?’ Anne looked at me as if I was daft. She bristled for a second, but then caught herself, and looked me in the eye with a rueful grin. ‘If youhad asked me that question about a year and a half ago, when we were down in Florida, the answer would. She twisted her ass, arching and straining. The sensations of her son's cock inside her cunt caused her to lift her head, eyes bulging, her lips parted. She curled her fingers into his hair, pulling as she squealed and cried out."Hold my ass, Mike!" she moaned. "Ohhhh, hold Mother's ass tight, baby!"Mike curled his fingers into her dancing ass. His cock was being burned by his mother's searing cunt, blistering him. His balls were almost painfully tight at the base, loaded with hot come."Feel. You're lucky once was enough, with the way you look." Harvey's face, red and mottled, the chubby cheeks stained with tears, crumpled into despair. "I look the way you made me," he sobbed. "If you don't like Libby, it's not my fault. I--" "I said shut up!" Sabrina shouted. Harvey ran to the bed and flopped face down into the pillows, crying loudly and miserably. Sabrina sighed deeply, then with an abrupt, irritated flick of her hand, used her magic to jerk Harvey upright. The crying. "Marcie and I were dancing and having a wonderful time. We were not bothering anyone, were we?" No, it was just dreamy." And then these four girls came up to me and stopped us, stood right in our path, and told me that Marcie was too young to be at the dance. Now I don't know any of those girls, I have never dated them, or slept with them, or anything. I have no idea why they decided to do what they did, but I didn't argue. I just politely asked to use the microphone and let anybody else who.