While I didn’t know Zachariah well, Hannah and I were close when we were young. We once visited together. She was like an older sister to me.” She...held out her hand to Jacob. “I’m your Aunt Abigail, but you can just call me Abigail. I was younger than Hannah and I don’t see a need to stand on formality.” She looked up at Penelope, still seated in the wagon, and said, “Well, come on down from there and make yourself at home.”Abigail turned towards the cabin and waved the two girls forward. To. . okay..."There were a few undecipherable sounds, then something that sounded like a slap. Then another, then ten more in a steady rhythm. The next sound was of the bed frame squeaking as if someone was bouncing rapidly on it, followed by a strange mewing sound. If I hadn't known it was just mom and me in the house, I'd almost have thought she had someone in there with her. I was both repelled and aroused by the thought of my mother on her bed, legs spread for some guy. I suddenly realized that. He finally said no, that he would see me in a few months when I am back. I wasn’t pissed off that we were not hooking up, (disappointed but not pissed) or that he was delayed, but pissed off at his whining and the fact I could have been at is place in about 8-10 minutes and he to mine in 12-15 minutes (due to a divided road he has to go past my place and turn back to be on the correct side of the divide.) We chatted for a couple more minutes and said our goodbyes.Now I am back on line looking. I just giggled a bit and winked athim once I'd gotten my tush in the seat. My mind roamed to thoughts ofhis splaying me out across the limo's hood and helping to keep my assgoing with that nicely filled feeling. It would only be right for me todo. I mean, I'd nothing to tip him with so perhaps I could take his tip- and a lot more - inside of me as a thank you for being such a helpfulman in getting me to and from Special Encounter Therapy session.I was in such a wonderful erotic haze that I.