It was only nature conspiring to peak the kid's rather unusual interests regarding his budding sexuality. To be more precise, little Michael had a mot...er who even as she approached thirty years of age, still had a package that would give thoughts of impurity to the savior himself. For such a young connoisseur of the charms-of-a-women, like Michael, the allure of his lovely mother's 'talents and assets' were still utterly intoxicating and undeniably irresistible.With a shaking hand, the boy had. Then she tells me that it will be hilarious and your face will be a picture"."Wait til I see your mam!" I say laughing.Gemma continues her story."So the scene was set, as they say. Mam told me when she was expecting to see you next -the following Friday, which was four days time. They were four long days, I was dead excited about my upcoming stunt. Finally Friday night arrived and I phone Caitlin, who'd showed me how to film it on my phone. We also used one of them apps which enabled her to see. I started working again and Matteo became my biggest customer. I don’t know what he did for a living, exactly. I had a rough idea, though. It’s pretty much what he had done since we were kids. He found people that had something to sell, he found people who needed what was being sold and he put them together for a percentage of the sale.Did I think it was all legal? Not at all. Matteo had a knack for putting the right people together and as long as it wasn’t something that would harm innocents,. I breathed it in. The scent of gold, white, and myrrh tickled my nose, a clean scent unsullied by the world. A snarl growled from my throat. I gnashed my sharp teeth as I prowled after the trail.The unicorn left faint signs of its passing. The occasional hoof print in soft loam, a silvery hair shed from its mane left shimmering in the tangle of brush, and grasses shorn by hungry teeth. The pure scent grew stronger, my stomach revolting at the innocence.My fingers clenched, eager to sully such.