She removed her mouth from my still wet pussy and gently laid me on the bed, looking down into my eyes."How was that, baby girl?" she asked."Awesome,"...was the only word I could think of that would even come close to describing the intensity of my orgasm."I thought you might like it," was her reply.At that, she lay down alongside me on the bed, putting her arm underneath my neck. I half rolled over and snuggled up to her, my head in the crook of her neck, my arm across her breasts, my leg across. When the cellar door creaked open, Joan dropped her novel and shot up from her chair, aiming for the living room.“Wait, Momma.” Robert called.Years of being a proper mother, caused Joan to hesitate at her son’s voice.“Come down here. We need you.”“Certainly not!” She hissed. You’ve hurt me every time we’re alone!” She complained.Torrid incidents had resumed, at irregular intervals. Once, they caught her in the back yard and dragged her between a tree and the fence. They beat her with a fallen. I thought about how you were waiting your turn to get a piece of my wet pussy and it made me cum. The more I thought about you waiting as I was getting fucked, the hotter I got. I got so fucking hot that I fucked him until he passed out. I snuck out when he fell to sleep so I could get some more dick before I go to bed.” Sylvia stood up and let her dress fall to the floor. Her pair shaped tits and hard nipples looked like they were begging to be sucked. She walked over to me and stroked my. He turned back to me. “Explain something to me. If you are teacher, an English teacher, if I am not mistaken, how is it that you cannot read?” “Did I miss a sign or--?” He leaned down and took off his glasses. He had deep brown eyes with flecks of green around the pupils. He tilted his head. “My nephew sent you a text with some fairly straightforward instructions not ten minutes ago.” “Your nephew?” I looked at the officer’s metallic tag. SIMEON, it read. “So explain it to me. Why did you fail.