I pull her legs closer to the edge and my dick further into her pussy. Stephanie starts hump back into me. Little humps; we weren't doing great thrust... like we usually had. This time was different. This was affection. We were making love. We both knew it but we were too deep to stop. I now am humping her and holding her entire body to mine. We broke the kiss to catch our breaths. In doing so we just looked each other in the eye. I knew I loved her then. This made the moment so much more than me. "I called Mom up forlunch about fifteen minutes ago, but..." I paused at that andshrugged.Beth just chuckled at that, not at all surprised since she knew Mom sowell. The two of them had been best friends for a long time, eversince they'd been roommates in high school. In fact, Mom had evenmoved to Oregon after that whole thing with my dad, just so she couldbe closer to Beth."We've got some lunch ready," I told her cheerfully, pretty sure we hadenough gumbo, or at least hoping we did. Beth. You know, those expanding batons where the inner parts are springs? I saw that, and realized as soon as I did that I knew how to use it. And I did. That is my main weapon, other than my hands and feet. Ideally it is non-lethal, and can also work as a thrown weapon. When I saw Alicia change, she pushed that pimp off without trouble, blocked at least 2 punches, then snapped his neck cleanly in a single twist. I am willing to bet he is like me, born with some fighting skills.”“When do you want her. There was no doubt – by any of the horny patrons who checked me out – that, I’d been back in a booth sucking cock. I usually wore white or lighter colored and, thin, blouses. On a good night they would be cum-soaked from the neck down to about the level of my bra and, sticking to me. I’d wear a nice fancy/lacy bra and, the wet blouse would define it, make it stand out. If they bothered to look more they would see that the knees of my stockings were dirty and, sometimes, ruined. Sometimes,.