Your many nights of unbearable sadness. Always there. Listening to your every word, promising to be there for you, responding every time you emailed ...r pinged on Yahoo. The one you chose to be your online friend and lover kept the bond strong and vital. Kept you coming back for the comfort and the company you so missed and needed. It became a fairy tale just at the edge of reality and you gladly romped among the colored flowers and clouds, thinking only of the rewards and not the jeopardy.. At the moment she was watching herself in the throes of a massive orgasm brought about by a dildo. Th camera wasn’t shy about where it was going either.“I suppose,” she managed to say at last. “That I should be flattered that my son is tossing himself off to images of his mother.”“I thought that’s what you had seen and were going to get mad about.”“Mad? No! Of course not. Like I said it’s only natural. But shouldn’t you be thinking about other girls. Girls of your age?”“Jimmy and I don’t. I can no longer be Catholic, with my sins, but I cannot consider abortion..." Oh, man! What did Mister Jason say to that?" Bianca's eyes were huge! Mister Jason was... dangerous... in ways that left Papa in the dust... "He wants proof positive -- a paternity test -- but he KNOWS it is his... He will do as my Lord requires." She looked up. "I will be his woman, now, more than I was; he will not wait until I'm divorced to exercise his control over me. You will witness my shame, regularly." Mama,. She winked back at me, furled her tongue to a point and forced it deep inside Claire, who demonstrated her approval with an especially loud moan. I carefully backed out of the conference room and closed the door, taking Claire's panties with me. From the sounds continuing to emanate from within, Claire had been completely oblivious to my visit.I returned to Claire's office, drew a winking smiley on a yellow sticky, and stuck it to the front of Claire's panties, which I left in the middle of her.