I swallowed eagerly and found the warmth and tingling in my mouth and throat grow beyond where I could stand it. "I see you like sucking my cock you w...hore," she told me as she laughed and grabbed my shrunken stiff cock. I couldn't help but moan at her touch. It wasn't my normal moan but almost sounded girly. I released her tit to try and address the embarrassment of my not so manly moan but she didn't waste any time. Before I could speak her cock was returned to be serviced. She slid it. And over the years, Marion became more and more bitter. It was done out of love for her son—a good mother, she knew, should not find her own son a turn-on, and constantly making sure that he never got an ounce of pleasure from her, it turned Marion into a harsh and hostile person.Placing a thought into someone's head is an interesting gambit. Once it's out of your hands, the possibilities for interpretation are endless. "Pleasing your son turns you on" had, in Marion's head, become. You’ve even done up your neck-length, chestnut brown hair in bushy pigtails so you’re unrecognizable. But… is this really okay?The uniform you designed might not have been your best choice. The top is dark purple spandex, shaped like a halter top. It has no sleeves, no back save a single thin strip of spandex, and it ends abruptly at the bottom of your DD boobs. It’s essentially just a thin rectangle stretching down from your neck to your tits, and barely stretching across from nipple to. The SUV rocked violently to the passenger side as Jason yanked the body of Corey Cunningham out the broken window. His shoulders caught for a moment in the frame, too wide to pass. Jason gave the body another mighty tug and the collarbone shattered. From the corner of her eye, Heather saw her boyfriend’s body roll and ricochet off the frame of the window before disappearing from her sight. A giant bloody hand pistoned in from the broken window and grabbed her leg. ‘Oh Jesus help me!’ Heather.