She slapped me hard on my cheeks and went away to her bedroom. This was probably the first time in my life that my mom had hit me.I too went to my roo... and tried to sleep. I could not. I once again had two drinks and then went to bed. When I was half asleep, my mom came into my room. She sat besides my head started patting me with love. She thought that I was heavily drunk and half conscious. She started napping and slowly went to sleep. I opened my eyes. Her pallu was down and I could her. After the first time, Hank also began to explore my body with his hands so that he could "show me how good it felt." The second visit started much like the first. As Mildred helped guide my lips onto Hanks throbbing cock, he wrapped one fat hand around my thin neck and held me there, while his other hand reached down the front of my shirt. His rough, wrinkled fingers played across my tiny nipples, making goose bumps stand out on my skin. Hank was getting increasingly greedy, and continued to. ?And do you think you’re good enough to be my boi???No, Sir, but I’ll try my best, Sir.? And, right on cue, my struggles to keep still against the ongoing torment from my nipples failed and, with a thump, the book fell to the floor. ?Oh, dear.? With a weary shake of his head Sir reached down, picked up the book and put it back on the coffee table.?Come closer, boi,? he said, not unkindly. I shuffled forward and he reached out, took hold of my chin and looked me straight in the eye. ?Do your. The remaining soldiers kept firing; their bullets ripped into the green-scaled woman and she collapsed in a bloody heap, smoke rising from her wounds. The gray-skinned monster stopped and thrust her hands forward; a great wind swept down the street, buffeting the soldiers and knocking them to the ground. The skeletal woman reached one of the prone soldiers, her fingers sharp as claws, and she drove them through his body armor into his chest and plucked out his heart.I couldn't hear what the.