“I’m so sorry” she hiccupped, looking at him with tears flowing from her eyes. “It’s just sometimes…” Brian shushed her once more, h...lding her closer. After a few moments, he felt her relax against him. Rachael’s arm wound around his neck and he felt her lips press against his jaw. Brian sat quietly for a few moments. Ever so gently, he put his hand under her chin and tilted her head so he could look at her. As Rachael closed her eyes, he lowered his mouth to hers, savoring. But all the while, he kept looking into my eye, smiling.“How does this make my sexy mother feel?” he asked and I could not respond anything.My son suddenly stopped it all, moving himself over me. He pushed my legs wider with his legs and lied down over me. His cock was almost at the entrance of my pussy. His face came to mine giving me one quick kiss, moved over my shoulder, lying down on me with his full weight, leaving no gap between our bodies.Then my son whispered in my ear, “Amma, now you. She thrust the throttle and listened to the hum of her motor, the sound was deeper and richer than most bikes on account of the new exhaust can she had installed her self during the week. She loved the effect, even though it was not exactly street legal anymore - but of course neither were many of the things she did while she was out on it!Meagan decided to just cruise and see where she ended up so she took right and gunned her engine down her street. She happened to go by the gas station she. At the corner of Martin Luther king jr blvd and Was-shot-by-my-father lane was a crack whore looking chick. I caterpillared my way over to the hoe and found out her name was Emily. I asked who was her pimp. "I'm not a pimped out hoe, I don't bang for money," she said in a voice that sounded like she had severe mental retardation. Like helmet retarded,not like walks like a first time anal victim at all times retarded. "So you sell your slop hole for crack?" I asked even though I could not.