The powerful sensations had her bucking and shaking in paroxysms of pleasure. She could feel herself gushing all over the lower part of her son's face...as his mouth—that beautiful teenage mouth—never left the pulsing button of her swollen clit. Her back arched as she ground her steaming mound up against his face, her whole body thrumming like a plucked guitar string. When she finally couldn't take it anymore, she pulled her hands away from her son's head and cupped her tits, running her thumbs. HE CAME ON AND I GOT ON MY BOOTS AND JACKET HE GRABBED MY HAND IN HIS AND WE STARTED DOWN THE SNOW COVERED TRAILS JUST WALKING HAND IN HAND LOOKING AT THE ICE HANGING FROM THE TREE LIMBS IT WAS JUST BARELY DUSK AND SO PRETTY WE WERE HOPING TO COME TO A CLEARING TO BE ABLE TO WATCH THE SUNSET. WE GOT TO THE CLEARING JUST AS THE SUN STARTED GOING DOWN AND ALL THE COLORS IN THE CLEAR SKY WERE SO BEAUTIFUL. HE PULLED ME DOWN ONTO A LARGE TREE THAT HAD FALLEN AND WE SAT UPON IT WATCHING THE SUN FALL. The list which was a list that carried the names, the ages of all those in your bloodline and of your race of people, the race of people who asked you to protect them is clutched to your chest. You begin to dodge trees like the cones set up at driver’s education. You jump lengths you never knew you could. But it doesn’t matter how fast you run or how far you jump, because you hear them on steed, you hear them on wings. You see them surround you now. Your last bit of hope lies in your use of. "I," I stuttered my words. "I ... uh ... like you." "I like you too," he smiled. "No," I shook my head, my breathing so heavy I was sure he could hear it. "I mean, I really like you." "I know," he stepped forward, now so close I could feel the heat radiating from his body. "I like you too." "What?" My voice raised a few notches, only seconds from being a screech. "I have seen the way you look at me." He smiled at me, moving back and sitting on the edge of his desk. "After a while, I guess.