Our mother has a knack for cooking meals. Starting in first grade, she had me take a homemade lunch to school every day. It was great, sometimes lefto...ers from dinner but just as often it was made ‘just for me.’ This kept up until I was a junior in high school. Those guys were real douches, and would steal my lunch from me. I had never told Mom, but I had told Kami.They had wondered why I was so ravenous for dinner, and I just told them that I loved my Mom’s dinners. She had about five or six. I would have her stand in the bed, hold the headboard and drop that pretty, bald pussy right down on my thick tongue. Kei Kei would ride my tongue and shake, ride my tongue and shake, cumming one time after another. She would groan, let out a big breath and say "damn, you're about to kill me". I would lay her down, spread her legs wide and suck that young pussy good while rubbing her nipples. When I licked her clitoris there wasn't much of a response but whenever I stuck my tongue deep into. She asked if I would mind getting some things for her while I was there. I told I her I would be glad to. “Thank you dear. I don’t know how I will ever show you how much I appreciate all that you are doing for me! Could you please get three bananas, a smallish cucumber and small jar of Vaseline?” I stopped right in the middle of the aisle and stared at my phone. I could hear her asking if I got that and then some other things, but there was no doubt what the woman was communicating and. .. and eventual snuffing of this one, had all her erogenous zones buzzing with a sexual arousal fired by spiteful anticipation. Most of the males she’d taken the erotic pleasure of killing, had been at a sexual whim, or in swift retribution for some recent misdemeanor. This one had irked her badly, taunted her, escaped her vengeance over a long period of time, and had periodically teased and irritated her memory of his fraudulent swindling whenever something reminded her of it ... and he was.