" Milo was interrupted as his mother gripped him around the neck. She stared at him with an aggressive and intense gaze. Her mind suddenly clear. "Boy... all I need is to get that fucking cock of yours inside me and you know that." she hissed and gripped him even harder. "Drill this crisp cunt. I really need that soothing cum of yours inside my deep-fried pussy." Milo was hesitant. He knew she would have fucked him either way at the end of the night, but he had hoped her injuries would have. " Plah!" she exclaimed and began rubbing her mouth on the back of her hand."Don't worry -- that one has never been used." That's a relief."Ned took the object from her and held it upright like a long-necked funnel. "The patient is put on hands-and-knees ... or, lying, knees drawn up. The tip is inserted and the infusion is poured into the top." You've seen this done?" Many times ... and not just for therapeutic reasons. The tribe I attended would use these for ritual purposes. For example, when. Mostly to relax from driving, but also for information. When I stepped inside, I found the typical small-town diner that I had grown up with. The counter ran the length of the building, with swivel seats every 2 feet. Between every other seat was the required collection of condiments and paper napkin holders. Along the window side, the standard, and I always found uncomfortable booths.In counterpoint to the various sounds of conversation and eating, the tinny voice of Tex Ritter was crying. My nips stiffened as we chatted and I made sure he was getting a really good look at my legs.The small talk soon turned to heavy flirting and compliments."I like your ankle bracelet," he commented."Thanks," I replied. "My boyfriend got me it."As I talked I hooked my leg out to let him get a good look at the bracelet and of course at my fully exposed bare leg too."Gorgeous," he said. "And I mean not just the bracelet!"I giggled and he commented on how sexy they were and how a lot of guys found.