Fuck, she was gagging again, slow down and take it easy, fuckhead, yeah, so hot and slick, her mouth was so slimy, and the sound... that gurgling, suc...ing, gagging sound... man, no wonder guys went off to war. Is this what Hank found over there? Were Spanish women as dirty as French women? Had Ma offered this to Hank? No way, she couldn’t have. Who in their right mind would ever leave home if they could have this?I was moving steadily in and out of Ma’s face now. I had only meant to get a feel. She should know, but I can't being myself to wake her, to disrupt this vision in front of me. Wait, my phone, why not tell her what I am thinking? She can read it tomorrow. Opening my phone I start to type some messages.I watch you as you sleep, wantingto hold you. Wanting to touch you and make you feel what I feel as I watch you sleep.I decide not to send a long message, just short ideas and thoughts, so I send the first one and continueI want to play with you so badly.I slip off the end of. After brunch I suggested we take a walk by the water for some sun which she agreed to and even though I knew she was very comfortable in heels I offered to go by her place to get some walking shoes if she wanted them. She declined saying that it was nice weather and if she needed to she could just take her shoes off and walk in bare feet. She also confessed that she didn’t want to chance running into friends at her place and disrupt our time together.I had no argument with that idea even though. She found a work frock to change into. ‘Now, close your eyes,’ she admonished Donald, before stepping out of the ornamented white dress and into the simple one. ‘Now you can open them,’ she instructed, handing Donald the dress. He folded it carefully and stowed it in the bag he had brought it in, while Rachel started a fire. She hung the big water pot to boil and fetched the metal washtub from its resting place near the sink. She poured cold water into it and procured soap and towels from their.