I wanted to make my mother cum. I wanted her to explode, to give her pleasure. It was amazing how fast things could change. How we could fall back int... the patterns of loving family. She had gone temporarily crazy because of her desire for James, and now she understood—I wasn't stealing James.We could share him.We could keep our love in the family. Where it belonged.“Oh, Jennifer, yes! Eat Mommy's naughty cunt! Oh, you're such a good girl! Mmm, Mommy's good girl! Yes, yes, yes! Make Mommy.... I could sense someone else in the room. Opening my eyes I saw Donald sitting in a chair in the corner of the bedroom, and Nikita and Gill still nestled into my sides, asleep.Donald was reading a book in his lap when he noticed my movements. “You seem to do that a lot.”“What’s that?” I asked in a low voice, not willing to disturb the women.“Pass out - do you think that this is going to be a regular thing with you?” he said.“Dunno. This is all very new to me, I have no idea how it works or. "With that he was through the gate and gone.I replaced the floor panels in the LR then went into the cottage to get cleaned up.Five o'clock on the dot, I saw the car pull up in the lane. The two American girls got out and started walking up my drive. They walked slowly, almost hesitantly, talking with each other.I opened the door as they got near, and they both stopped and stared at me. Then one turned to the other and said, "I told you it was him." She looked at me, "You were outside the pub. Several times, we were delayed as the trail crossed hardpan, but Running Fox was able to pick it up again much more quickly than I would have. We followed as fast as we dared, but we didn't want to be ambushed again, so we kept the horses well below their maximum speed.We saw a plume of smoke about an hour after we had first left the torture site, so we figured that the smoke had to be a sign of Yaqui mischief. This seemed to be something worth chancing bad luck. We sped up in an effort to get.