I viciously started to suck and lick her labia, letting out slurping noises and saliva all over, which began to run down her legs. She was now moaning...loudly and tightly grabbing the chair from the sides, her body was thrusting upwards out of pleasure as I was tickling her clitoris. She tasted as delicious as I had imagined, making her feel as good as she was feeling gave me endless satisfaction. I took all of her juices in my mouth."OH GOOOOD" she howled as she was having her orgasm. Her whole. . .Promise you won't tell--I wish she were dead!" "Davie! Words like that are not very pretty coming from a younggirl like yourself. Besides, your mother is your mother, and you knowshe loves you very much. She's trying to do what's best for you,darling." Not for a moment did Peter Knight have the conviction off hiswords. He knew Francine was a bitch; knew she was cold andcalculating. He did feel that she loved Davie--in her own way. But healso knew that his selfish society wife never really. But could not realize what is happening around her. Now the objective of this entire scene was to break the ice and make her believe the next morning that she became very horny last night. It maybe as the reaction of her sleeping pills, which she usually takes.And she came to my room, slept next to me for some time. Then suddenly woke up, locked the door, removed her clothes and slept next to me again. Then the fun continued. Coming back to the scene. I realized that mom has taken a higher. The silence stretches into a protracted minute of curious lassitude that manifests itself in a nervous trembling of my inner thighs. As if in anticipation of their impending fission, my legs seem to understand what is happening, or rather about to happen for Pollard makes no immediate move towards me. He stands stock still, his head cocked back slightly and leaning to the left as he peers down at my recumbent form with the same greedy look with which he first beheld me in his court room..