A duality of existence is her fate and her curse: life given to death; death is given to her for life. Always she must be on the move, always on the h...nt; always it seems to be the hunted and alone between two worlds.Always she is alone, saves at times for one, and Patches her little raggamoffyn familiar. She dares not to dream or even to have hope, for often her hopes are dashes and dreams become a nightmare within a reality she wants to escape.Even in the world of dreams she lives in the dual. God, it felt so good. She looked up at me with lust in her eyes, then looked back at her work. It went on like that for five minutes when I said ‘I’m getting close Erin.’ She smiled and went faster, and right before I came she took eight of my eleven inches. right when that happened I came harder than I ever had in my whole entire life. She didn’t even gag, and she didn’t lose a drop of cum either. Another minute and my cock was soft again. But I wasn’t going to let her have all the fun. I. “Wake up little human, we must leave now. You’ve been asleep for a while. I didn’t want to wake you, you looked so peaceful.” She pushed the lever, and the seat rumbled, returning to its original position. It was remarkable that the rusted machinery still worked. Dennis hopped off her lap on to the floor, stumbling a little under the high gravity. He was embarrassed that he had fallen asleep on the Regent, it was hardly becoming of a dignitary.“Your face is red,” she chuckled, her bosom shaking. . make sure she understands that she will not need any of his or even her own money, and she will have a beautiful place to live for as long as she wants to stay with us. Also, please make it clear that she will have the freedom to do as she wishes.”“But you do not even know her. Why would you...”Diana answered before Jeff could. “She’s your mother, and you have told us that she has been abused for years. She is welcome simply because she is your mother. Even if she’s a bitch who can’t get.