"She would then take me in her arms.Long pause.Mother: "NO Peter, don't put your hand there. I've told you before, you must stop touching me! PETER, m...ve your hand ... NOW!!"My hand would drop from her breast ... usually on to her upper thigh.Mother: "For God's sake stop touching me where you know you shouldn't. I'm your mother. You mustn't touch me like that. Please, Peter, please try not to do that anymore."Me: "... but mum I can't help it. I love you so much. Please let me cuddle you .... “I love you,” I breathed as I slowly slid myself down on him, feeling him fill me. My breath hitched in my throat at the feel of him being inside of me once again; it had been a few weeks. Once he was completely inside me, I stilled, savoring in the feeling before I slowly raised myself, only to lower back down just as slowly. My grip on his shoulders tightened as I closed my eyes, completely immersing myself in the way he felt moving in and out of me. “H-how does it feel,” I breathed as I. Adam kissed me after that. “We will stay here for a few days, and I will fulfill all your fantasies,” I said with a big smile. I had totally forgotten about Rachel. Now I was thinking about how to make Adam happy. “I don’t have any fantasy, I just want you,” Adam said, showing his love for me. “you don’t have to tell me your fantasies right now,” I said, “Right now, you just have to fuck me hard like you told me a couple of minutes earlier.” “Where is the bedroom?” Adam asked, as he turned to. In short order, Gastric's heir apparent found, to his utterconsternation and dismay, that the mirror had up and pulled a fast one onhim.Succinctly put, the fetchingly regal electric blue satin gown that Eric foundhimself festooned within, along with the matching over the elbow opera lengthslinky satin evening gloves that graced his newly emasculated arms, were, inso many words, strong indicators that something was in a serious stage ofdecomposition.A few quick, well directed, satin clad hand.