.use me....make me lick your asshole."I swallow hard as you speak in between slow laps of your tongue against my balls. "That's what I really want," y...u explain. "I've been thinking about that a lot lately. Me in my little white wedding dress, on my knees in some bathroom somewhere with my tongue up your ass." My subtle moans serve as ample encouragement as your tongue flicked down under my balls, venturing further with every passing second. "Would you like that?" you ask, pushing my legs up. I held her by the hands and locked her in my grip. I took both her hands back of her and held them with my left hand. I took the nail cutter beside us on the sofa. I opened one of the sharpest nail files and placed it on my mom’s blouse.Me: (while making a circular motion with nail cutter around her areola) Bloody nipples. Look how big they got.Pranati: What to do, son? Your presence is making me feel horny. Tear it soon.I put the edge on her top button and pulled aside, the top pin was cut. I. “Very much so.” She smiled, her expression sending bursts of warmth through me. “I just want you to know,” she started, “that I want you – the fact that you are my husband’s own dad doesn’t and can’t change that.” She nodded once. “Good night.” she murmured then, turning and leaving. I tried to smile, but it was difficult. “I… I’m sorry.” I said, stopping her. She remained silent, still watching me. I’m surprised at how beautiful she looked. I struggled for the words that will explain what I’m. Apart from ‘Jason’ there was nothing in the stable other than a horse, fitted with a head collar but with no saddle or bridle, and tied to a tethering ring.I recalled ‘Jason’ was the name of the simpleton with a way with dogs, and a hunting horn, and as I looked closer at him I noted the horn slung across his back. He was much younger then Jarvis, and I concluded Jason was a bye blow of Cornelius Clark, and Maddox and Jason were in a similar relationship as had been Maddox and Jarvis.“He is.