.. or... anything... you don't even look at me..." Come here John.", I sat up in bed, and hugged him motherly, as I had done for so many times, only t...is time I felt other strange feelings overwhelm my body than just motherly love. Oh how I wanted my son, the man that I had given birth to, the man I had nursed, the man I had washed and taken care of. The same man was now driving me crazy with animal lust, feelings I couldn't show to my son. I wanted him, but at the same time I knew how wrong it. “You mean people who don’t believe in Truth... ? There’s not many, these days...”My mood immediately drooped. Oh ... maybe I was right after all.“Lara,” I murmured. “Don’t say that. I know tonight had to be hard for you.”“What do you mean?” she asked, though she remained subdued as she stared out again.“Well ... I told you I didn’t get Heather a scarf.”She sniffed. “You can say that again.”“I’m really sorry about that, honest. Heather wanted to keep it hidden, though, and ... Well, I feel bad,. ." I trailed off, no longer caring if my walkingentertained the boys. "You'll have to find a place of your own," musedBarrel."Yeah and get a job, or find a way back into school," added Doug,finally turning his mind off sex. Worry suddenly enveloped me. "My parents will think I'm dead orkidnapped or something." It's ok, we'll just say you ran away," was Barrel's effort to cheer meup."I can't get a job. I don't know anything, I'm just a kid," I moaned,tears beginning to form within my radiant. My hands were grabbing her ass my tongue was licking her breast and my dick right inside her! ‘Baby fuck me like a bitch’ that’s all I wanted to hear, I grabbed her by her waist and started fucking her, she was jumping on my dick like anything, my dick was getting deep and deep after every stroke.I picked her and made her sleep on the table, you know it took me a while to realize why do girls love missionary so much, the answer is you can really go deeper and fuck them harder, I was standing.