She shook her head. Hawked nodded, satisfied. He stood and picked up both bags of cash while she shouldered a small duffel with a few changes of clot...es for each of them. Everything they had was in one place. “Let’s do it,” he said, and she followed him outside. There was a row of Molotov cocktails standing on the hood of her BMW. She handed him the duffel, and he threw it along with the cash into the cab of his truck. She got a disposable lighter out of the car, and leaving the door open,. She leaned forward and released a gentle wash of her warm breath over the tip. Alan's eyes closed, and he went rigid, thinking distantly, 'I'm going to break these glasses in a minute... ' "I, uh, need to put these down..." Pamela eyed him for a moment, amused, before she released his hip and sat back, not QUITE releasing her grip on his cock until he backed out of it. He turned and placed the glasses on the nightstand, thinking, 'The woman has grown fangs!' He returned cautiously to his. ‘My God, what happened to you?’, she asked as he approached their booth. ‘I was so worried when you didn’t show up last week!’ He sat down heavily in the both across from her. Bloodshot eyes, a weeks worth of growth on his face, and smelling like a bar. He sat and looked at her, and began sobbing. ‘She’s gone. She took everything and left,’ he said through his tears. ‘I couldn’t stand to be in the house alone, not with all the memories.’ He put his head down on the table and cried. She took. Her head titled back and her breasts rose up as her curly black hair cascaded over her back. I felt dizzy and confused. This was my Mom here. But she was naked and she didn’t know I could see. She didn’t look like the women on the movies that I had watched; yet my cock was hard as a rock. Still watching Mom as she began to wash herself my hand instinctively went under my sweat pants and I began to stroke. I could see the beads of sweat on Mom’s shoulders as her body adjusted to the heat of the.