. filled with affection, protection, and indescribable happiness. It was a casual thing, though mystical and on levels of strangeness I could never ex...lain. But I always found great comfort it in. I would sometimes see ‘her’ in my thoughts when I’m crying. I never knew her name, or in a way I did know her name but it was more of a feeling then a word. I’d be wrapped up in myself on the bed, not caring about anything or anyone, mad at the world.. consumed with so much anger and hurt. Then I. And definitely every time I see certain scenes of "American Beauty".- JamesOh God, I don't think I can take much more of this! I am just getting my cock and my mind under control when Anna grabs my hand and muttering something about her tummy hurting puts my hand on her belly. I know it's just a natural response something we've done all her life. But this time I can barely fight the overwhelming urge to break the rules. I continue the rubbing circular motions for a few seconds and then change. " Yes, Mommy, she loves it. Sometimes I use it on her and she's soexhausted she falls asleep leaving me hard. Like now..." I wasdesperate to come, soaked in Mommy's juices and leaking myself, hot,sweaty and sticky. "Let me come over your breasts, Mommy, I promise tolick it all up..." I moved closer, hoping she'd let me...Mommy sat up and pushed me back down, laying on top of me. "Oh noClair, that would be too easy." She pulled my legs up, stretching meout, my heels up near my ears. "Hold your. .. Beats me what the invitation was for. But I wanted to attend, whatever it was."Hi, I'm Ike." Hello. I'm Carlie. You aren't supposed to be here, are you?"Damn! Busted and I hadn't even finished my vodka."What makes you say that?" Well, I haven't seen you actually talk to anyone since you got here." Maybe I'm not the talkative type?" You look like you might be a football player but you haven't gone to hang with them, so that's out. And you haven't jumped in and started matching wits with these.