If you want that fag, you can have it, but leave your jeans in here”She rose, took one cigarette and her lighter and walked to the door, without a w...rd. She had emptied her beer moments ago, but she could still taste his cum. She opened the back door, lit her smoke and inhaled. He really was a creep, a bastard and idiot, but she needed him!Bad!They needed the work he could provide, but she also needed to be fucked. And fucked good and long. But he still was one of the most disgusting persons. I tugged on her hand to get her attention.“Mom, let’s go,” I said.“Shortly, Ricky.”“No Mom, right now. I have a date in a while.”Mom looked at the other women and with arched eyebrows said, “My son has a date. I guess I can’t keep him waiting.”The entire gaggle of hens tittered and chuckled at my obvious embarrassment. Mom let me lead her away by the hand.“Ricky, slow down. You would think you were going to get laid or something,” Mom said still grinning at me.“Mom, when we get home can you go. He realizes that he has been dreaming about when his cock was in Emma hours before. It feels like such a warm and inviting place. And how she can clench against him. Heaven.Now it is time for her to work to earn her third pearl. The lessons ahead until her necklace is complete will be delicious. Donald knows that she will love every one of them as she expands her sexual horizons more and more.Donald thinks over all the lessons ahead for her, pondering which one should be next. He does. “Em, no,” I stuttered, “I’m nearly finished.” I looked at her, the picture of innocence, dressed in a short blue skirt and white blouse. She was gorgeous, still the beauty that I’d fallen in love with, six years ago. Perhaps the skirt was a little tighter and shorter, than I’d realised, and she was showing a touch more cleavage, than she used to.‘My God!’ she’d changed before my eyes, and I had missed it – I was taking her for granted. As she turned to walk away. I’d swear that there was a.