. But please, don’t encourage my mom.”FUCK! We are about to have sex, and she’s talking about her mom. ‘Hello, Ms. Harris. How are you? I’m ...ucking your 16-year-old daughter. Hope you don’t mind.’She adjusts herself and his prick between her legs, his hips automatically sliding his dick back and forth in her slit. The lubricant mixed with his pre-cum and her moisture. Her hands go around to the small of his back and press him.“Fuck me now, Mike!” she breathes, “Put it in me!”He wants to say. That show her being the best mom around or her being completely unaware of how pretty she is in her sunday best. Then a few she doesn't know about... when she's going through the clothes in her closet in her nighty looking for a dress for a date or lying on the bed asleep...soft, warm, content and beautiful.Either way, ina picture in her youth or a recent pic as a wife of 11 years on my phone, she is always on my mind. With me wherever I go. Ironically, I didn't appreciate her the way I do now. .”Ah ha, I thought.“No-one else?” Kate pressed quietly.“Yes, someone else… since Pascale… Arielle.”“Arielle?”“She is my conseiller académique… my… advisor at the university.”That explains a few things, I said to myself.Kate nodded, smiling reassuringly at Michelle. “And do you love Arielle?”“I think so,” Michelle responded, her eyes brightening. “She teaches me things… wonderful things…” Her voice tapered off, lost in remembering.“That’s good,” Kate smiled. She stepped towards Michelle, put. That, being the CEO,your privacy was secure. But you didn't know. You didn't know I'd beenwatching you, Paul.. using your own vices to capture you!" Yes," I lower my head. "You have given me much more than I bargainedfor.." Just look at your tassels and those white feathers, gently touching themiddle of your thighs, Paul," he grins. "Your smooth skin, your six-inchheels, and then you are six-feet.. what a charming combination!"The prophet looks around the room, then suddenly eyes me and asks,.