All the time mom was getting fucked she would hold me close to her, telling me how much she loved me, and rubbing my tummy, legs, and arms. She rubbed...me everywhere but where I wanted her to rub. She would never rub my little clit, and I really wished she would. I would try to pull my nightgown up so I could rub myself but mom would pull my hand away and whisper that my nightgown needed to stay down. That changed on Valentines Day when I was nine, I remember it was Valentines day because mom. " She answered. Now it was her turn to blush."We've got another couple of days here, and I don't expect you'll be seeing any more of us than you have so far." I said in as sultry a voice as I could manage."Perhaps I should ask the cook to fix you up something to snack on in your room?" She asked. "We do get honeymoon couples here now and then. We know how to treat young people in love." This is more like honeymoon practice than the honeymoon, but that sounds nice, thank you." Sid answered. I. “I know what you mean.”“So I called the number on the sign and here I am. I had some money from an inheritance, not much, but enough to make the down payment and get a mortgage and here I am, the owner of Kathy’s Diner.”“Strange how things like that happen. You see something you want and you go after it,” I said, lifting my coffee mug, looking at her over the rim. Our eyes met. I then let my eyes drift down to her tits in the tight tank top, the nipples poking at her shirt.“Yeah, it’s important. A few energetic youths were still fucking their young captives,probably for the second or third time. Jimmy noticed that a fewhad released their original boys, and had pulled another boy tothem for fucking. Off to one side Jimmy noticed one boy who hadtwo little boys lying side by side on their stomachs, spread eagled.The youth was taking turns, first pumping into the ass of one boy,and then moving to the other to pump him. One unsuspecting littleboy headed away from his fucker, perhaps.