You check your phone, looking for something to occupy yourself with. It's been a long time since your last stop. It doesn't surprise you that there's ...o signal. You swipe back and forth through your apps a few times, looking for a game or something to do, but before you find anything, something unusual in your periphery catches your eye.Still nervous of making unsolicited eye contact, you face down at your phone, but you look in that direction out of the corner of your eye. Sure enough, as far. But, how? She sat down at her desk trying to come up with a good plan. She idly tapped her fingers on a stack of papers, as she thought. It took her several minutes to realize what she thumping on. It was the file for her story on local prostitution. She smiled to herself as a plan began to form in her mind. It was oh so naughty, but it might be what the little bitch needed. She started humming to herself as she opened the folder, found the number she was looking for, picked up the phone and. "Terry looked over the end of the sofa. "She's also playing with her pussy."I chuckled. "That's something I'd like to see." That can be arranged," Nora said as she walked around the end of the sofa and came into my view. She hadn't removed any clothing. She'd merely raised her skirt and pushed her hand under her panties. Her busy fingers didn't falter as she walked."Nora has a difficult time coming with a man," Terry said. "I think you should eat her, and then fuck her."From Terry's comment, I. If she could bring herself to accept that such a thing was even possible. He hoped not. “I’m, uh, going to go change. Don’t leave yet, okay?” she asked. “Sure, Mom.” She disappeared down the hallway leaving her son to sag heavily against the wall, his heart hammering. He told himself just how stupid he was to slip up not once, but twice. She was d***k, though, and there was a good chance she wouldn’t remember it. Even if she did, he told himself, he could convince her she’d misunderstood and.