" You didn't answer the question." She observed calmly."A little." I replied honestly. "I just... I don't want to see her get hurt." That last comment...was what was truly bothering me."Charlotte won't hurt her. If she does, I'll kill her." Helen's voice was soft, reassuring, but slightly amused at the same time."Don't you worry about Charlotte?" I asked a bit more consciously."Not really. She's a big girl."A loud moan that I immediately recognized as one of Kaila's floated in from the main room,. It supposedly belonged to a twentieth century country-western musician named Hank Williams."Sonja and the women then tried to describe to me other music and forms of entertainment, but most of what they described, I could not even imagine. They laughed at my confusion and told me that I'd have to see rock and roll or disco for myself, because they both defied description. The idea that anyone would want to celebrate the hard, dirty and dangerous lifestyle of cowboys was beyond me. Of course,. She put her hands on the armrests of his chair and boldly straddled his thighs. He looked at the crotch of her shorts, tight to her skin. The tendons close to her legs stretched tight. She took his hands in hers and paused to gain her courage.“Dan, I’ll forever be in your debt for saving my life. The only way I can possibly thank you is to offer myself to you. Will you make love with me?” Her nervous eyes darted over his handsome features.He looked to Claudia who nodded her approval, “It will. "I will bathe; then there will be a fashion parade," Ruth promised her son.Again Bobby waited a nervous 30 minutes when he heard his mother go from the bathroom to her bedroom, a few minutes later she called out to him, "Ready." Yeah," was her son's only reply, and Bobby could feel his dick was rock hard already and he hadn't seen or done a thing yet.Ruth walked into the lounge and Bobby turned the TV off, he wanted his full attention on his mother. Ruth strode unhesitatingly up to her son; she.