“It‘s pretty stiff and I’m getting very turned on, yes,” I replied; my breathing laboured and deliberate. I saw her smile to herself. Then she...turned in her seat to face me.“I want you to drive carefully, OK,” she told me, “I want you to concentrate on driving and not on your cock. Can you do that?” she asked.I nodded, in sheer anticipation.My mother then started to unbutton my jeans. I started to slow the car down, to stop, so that I could help her.“Don’t you dare stop!” she exclaimed, “keep. ”“Can I offer a solution as a friend?” I asked.“I’ll take solutions any time!” she said eagerly.“I have a three-bedroom house that’s mostly paid for. My parents left it to me when they died. I have one bedroom, there’s an office in the second and the third has all Jennifer’s crafting supplies. I ... I need someone to help me clean it out anyway,” I said. “Every time I go in there, I lose my mind.”“You’re asking me to move in with you?” she asked, astonished.“Yeah,” I said lightly. “No funny. Standing in his driveway, he said good bye to Juliet. In exchange for his chaste kiss, she handed Simon a folder. Inside it were pictures and documents detailing the Reverend's involvement in a white slavery and prostitution ring that operated out of a farm to the east of Staunton. Simon was amazed. How could the Reverend get the resources to move all the people and hide all the activity? Flashing her enigmatic smile, Juliet told him that half of the city council and most of the Sheriff's. He had been made to squirm so much during his life and now it was going to be a pleasure paying it all back It was particularly satisfying taking it out on the haves, like this bitch that had never known the depths of humiliation before. Well, it was his turn to do the humiliating! He had a score to settle with the world and he had begun last night. He was through being a mat for others to trample on to quench their need for superiority. He would now do the trampling."Thank you, that was very.