I stopped in my tracks, not sure of what i heard. Another moan. It was the moan of a woman being satisfied. I smirked. Mom was masturbating in the sh...wer. I decided to peek in and watch for a second before i made myself known. I gently pushed the door forward a bit, and my heart shot into my throat. Before me was gsgangrel in the shower with my mom. He was holding my moms ass with one hand and with the other he had a handful of her hair, pulling her head back while he was ramming his cock. The second divergence came when the biker who was supposed to 'rescue' her didn't show up. I must have argued with him for an hour, but he insisted he would not have stayed in the city that long. He was not nearly as evil a person as the MS-13 gang-banger who did finally make an appearance, and while he would have done what he wanted with her, without even asking, she wouldn't have said no.So I changed the outline, a matter of a few lines and it really tied in better with the other stories. He was well within his rights and the letter of the law that ruled his land backed him. She was his, Douglas smiled. He picked up the paper signed by Lady Yvette de Trecesson and himself and smiled broader. As Garreth and Grayson ate oatcakes and slices of fatty bacon, they discussed how they were going to handle things with Douglas later. They had so many issues to deal with, all of them important, but far apart in context to deal with as a whole. The MacDonnell’s, the MacRae’s, the. When Bill asked if I came with the room, you could have called him a cab or asked me to. So, I’m sorry if my asking you to think about what you could have done differently dredges up unpleasant memories from your past, but it’s what fucking grown-ups do, Chad.”“So, if you’re still pissed at me, why did you let me fuck you yesterday, Reina?” he asked, his tone matching hers.“I’m not still pissed at you,” she explained. “I’m trying to help you understand why I’m not willing to just say I forgive.