Her slight smile spoke volumes."Mom. I love you more than you will ever know."And she softly replied, "I love you, My Bill. You have always known that... I hope."In the restaurant we were Mother and Son.When we returned home that night, we were lovers.This time, we were more measured and not so rushed to get it done. Mom was a little sore, so we had to take it easy, but that seemed to make the lovemaking even more sensual for me. She finally reached a point where she was too sore, and couldn't do. I guess they are still thinking about what happened years ago. I'm afraid of them. I'm really afraid." Do they know about the abortion?" No, other than my parents and aunt, the only person I told was Peg and now you. I'm a grown woman now but still have this crush on little Jerry Jones. I can understand if you want nothing to do with me, I really can, but I would like to at least be friends with you." Millie, I have to tell you that Maria is the only woman I have ever had sex with. I'm probably. “You liked it. You want me to push you again.” I said calmly. “Push me again, please.” He begged. I replied “No, actually you want to buy the biggest, most expensive tractor we have for sale. No matter what it takes to buy it.” “That sounds like a great idea!” He said gleefully. So that’s it, then. Somehow, people are doing whatever I say, no matter how self-deprecating it would be. I must say, I’m a little spoiled and sometimes a little too mean sometimes, but I’m not a bad person. I don’t. The weeping birches have very slender but strong and sharp switches with lots of rock hard buds that have not yet burst into leafs. While the rods and wickers leave good, hard welts and cause a persistent pain, the fine switches of the weeping birch bite sharply into my skin and as you increase the strength and intensity with each stroke, they leave thin bloody streaks on my buttocks and thighs. And I am really burning with lust! Your strokes ignite a fire passion within me and like an athlete.