I’ve sold her to Therese.”Marie turned to him in a fury and slapped him so hard around the face that there was an immediate imprint from her glove... hand. He staggered backwards, and sat his left buttock on the arm of a sofa with a loud howl.“Bitch!” he screamed, struggling to stand. That effort ceased when she delivered a kick to his shin.She turned back to Therese. “Buying stolen property now, are you? What would father have thought of you? From three hole whore to madam.” she shouted“He’d. I walked out the room completely spent and proud of myself. Now here it was 37 years later with that same cock in my hand looking at that same ass. I whispered “Mom you awake?” She just moaned. I shook her and she just a moaned. I was half d***k and wanted to finish what I had started all those years back. I pulled off my pajama bottoms and slid in behind Mom. I spooned up against her, my hard cock pushing against the warm cheeks of her ass. I pulled her nighty up under her tits and gently. ” I instantly shut up. A couple more whips to the butt and he walked away. He came back a minute later and started rubbing his hands over my body, where he then started caressing and playing with my clit. Now, I'm very sensitive there, and he knows that. Obviously him playing with me there caused me to start getting very wet, very fast. My pussy was basically leaking with how wet I was. It was then that he started slipping his fingers into me, one at a time. The most I can usually handle is 2. And time to getused to it all.'That was her short list: that was what you needed when youstepped through the looking-glass.'Not everything is topsy-turvy. Most places and thingsstill make sense, it's the people and the ideas theyexchange that are all screwed up. That's the nouns; theverbs, well... they all change when the pronouns do.'So, who has the easier time of it, the loner or the socialanimal? Being a loner can only go so far: you still needpeople, even if you need to stay apart from.