I had plenty of clothes to wear in my closet at home. The train ride was pleasant. I sat next to a young woman who was also going home for the holiday... I can't remember her name but she was a nice looking black girl who as it turned out lived only a few blocks from my house. It made the ride pass quickly having a pleasant conversation about nothing much with her all the way home.My mother was waiting at the train station. She had left work a couple of hours early to pick me up. She greeted me. "I'm not kidding, I don't mind making ten bucks!" I said as if I was giving her a last warning. She still didn't say anything, she just kept staring at my zipper. I thought in my head that I had warned her a bunch of times and told her I was serious so if I pulled my cock out and she freaked out I had an excuse. I thought the worst that could happen was she would look away quickly and laugh because I actually did it. "Okay, I'm doing it. I want to prove you wrong so look away now if you aren't. I gripped onto her tightly and slid her back up the mattress so that I could move my knees onto the bed, rather than standing on the floor in front of her. It felt as though her body was conforming to me. I pushed again-- this time, it felt as though the tip of my cock was butted up against the floor of her pussy, and as it collided there, she let out her first scream in what felt like minutes."AHH!" It was sharp, but loud. I pushed again-- embedding myself within her like the sword in the. He had a blazing sword, wings, and heavenly armor of some strange metal unknown to Earth.“Corey Feldman? What are you doing here? I thought that you were Raptured?” Jerry Bruckheimer reacted with shock.“Yes, I was Raptured! Now I’m a fucking angel, okay? A seraph, to be precise. One of the many seraphim in Heaven. There’s seraphim and cherubim, but I’m the former, capice?” Feldman shouted at Bruckheimer, being a little annoyed with the Hollywood titan.“Okay, I can see that you still have a bit.