." she moaned long and loud, as a shudder ran through her body.I had found my mother's 'kryptonite'. She loved to be talked dirty to!"Mom! Why you dir...y little slut!" I said, "You like the dirty talk don't you!" Oh God son, yes! Yes, I do!" she cried. "It's such a turn on for me. I love to be talked dirty to and called names. names like slut and whore. I like it when my vagina is called a pussy or cunt and tits instead of breasts or boobs. The dirtier and nastier the talk is, the better I like. The next morning I woke up with the alarm. Becky did not hear it so I moved over and started to suck on her nipples. She twitched and then woke up. I moved up and kissed her. “Good morning babe” I said. “mmhm” she said. We got dressed, I wore shorts and a T-shirt. Becky put on a black with pink dots bikini and a blue t-shirt and tan shorts over it. We drove around until we found a place to eat. It was the only place open, and the only thing they served for breakfast was pancakes. The place was. He would be in charge of disguising the plane with phony numbers and delivering everyone. He made a suggestion that we not use Dulles, but use a General Aviation facility that did not have heavy traffic. Seeing that it was a weekend, there would be enough civilian traffic that they wouldn't stand out by themselves, but not heavy enough to attract authorities.After the captive was delivered to the plane, the ambulance would be returned to a repair facility, which "lent" it to Frank, the cab. ”As they neared the farm, the terrain began a gentle slope, and they left the forest to see a large two-story house and outbuildings just below the crest of a cleared hill. A wall, just under man-height, surrounded the largest complex, and enough trees remained near the house to provide some summer shade and a winter windbreak. Most of the surrounding fields were overgrown and sprouting small trees. In a few more years, clearing them would be a real headache.They rode quietly through the main.