Brent cupped one ass cheek as he kissed her quickly before heading to the bathroom. Emma went, nude, to the kitchen.As Brent turned on the shower and ...aited for it to warm, he heard the distinctive sound of kibble pouring into a metal bowl which clinked against the kitchen’s tile floor.He stepped into the stream of water and began soaping himself. As he did so, he reflected on the night before, and that morning.Emma was amazing. While he’d been with Andrea, he had never even considered life. We basically had sleeping bags and I helped mom to get in her's. We talked a bit about life and then I too got into my bag and closed my eyes trying to grab some sleep. Late night I heard some voices, but I tried to sleep. It was 6 am and the rustling still continued. Turns out it was mom who was making the noise by turning herself around as she was in trouble. I got up when I heard the unsettling sounds. I asked her if she was okay. She said that the pain has subsided and her palms are better. When the phone came he started to go slow and i kept the receiver to her ears and mouth. he was still over her and pumping slowly and kissing her cheeks and ears massaging hard to her nipples however she was trying to get normal and spealking but she could not sensing that i cut the line . when the phone came again i told him that the baby started crying pls do call after 10 minutes ( he could not smell anything).withing 5minutes he finished off and when the phone came again she attended. Any readers who are underage in the jurisdiction in which they reside are asked to please pass by. Although there is discussion of a snuff film in the story, this is NOT a snuffstory. If you need to be reassured, go to the last part of the story and youwill find the heroine riding off to new and better adventures. The author iswell aware that some folks really don't like snuff (personally, I think itis a waste) and so I am going to extra lengths to appeal to your curiosity. Cemented. By.