Even though he was violating her in the most vile and reprehensible way imaginable, she still couldn't bring herself to hate him.Knowing that she had ...lready taken him willingly once before, she felt herself slowly begin to enjoy the feel of his gigantic cock inside of her. What they were doing was vile and heinously wicked, but still she couldn't stop the feeling of pleasure that was flowing from her vagina. Yielding herself to her destiny, she mentally conceded defeat at the hands of her son.. And, for the first time, as he finished the second one, I really looked at Andy. I almost fell down. Damn! He was pretty! I mean a really pretty girl! Not only that but the "girl" looked like she was about 16 or 18. I'd taken out girls in the last year that didn't look as good or as old either. He smiled a smile that made my knees go funny. *** Andy's mom was something when it came to clothes. If there was anything a woman could wear, she had it. A stuffed full walk-in closet. Two. A diary?' I could just make out the handwritten words scrawled in blue ink across the plain, expensive paper. Her arm returned behind the chair. Olga's moans turned to sighs before the scratch of pen on paper filled the room. Soon, the scratchings silenced, replaced by a raucous roar of need and a single, whimpered word: my name.'I must be hearing things,' I thought as the diary dropped onto the floor beside the chair; then I heard it again. A deep, staccato breath was drawn, fuelling another. . I didn’t.Several days after the move, the marina office radioed the boat. I made the extreme mistake of picking up.“Yes?”“You have visitors.”“More than one?”“Several ... six and one. She says she knows you.”“Seven altogether?”“Yes.”“Yup ... send them. I’ve been wondering...”A few minutes wait at the boat produced a group of chaperoned tanned and buff college age and younger young people approaching the after-brow ... the aft gangway ... and requested permission to board.“Come on you lot..