“What? You’re not going to take his ass and find out all you can,” her father’s voice replaced Trigon’s.Wren scoffed as she checked the read...ings from her brother’s ship. “Really, father, I’d rather blow his ass out of the sky than get anywhere near him.”“So, are you any closer to breaking the fourth code?” The voice asked.“No,” Wren let out a frustrated sigh. “I thought I had a handle on it only to discover, I was way off.”“I have to go, Wren, OK, consider it ok? As I taught you, death isn’t. The needle hardly hurt at all but the drug's effects she could feel straight away. A warm sensation spread up her arm and continued until she felt a warm glow all over her body. She could still hear him talking, hearing his words she just couldn't for the life of her understand just what he was talking about."That was quick," said Bill the largest of the men."Yeah," agreed Jerry the leader of the gang, "it's a bit like that 'date rape drug' you hear about but this one's different. Not only will. So she stopped from pleasuring herself and got up out of bed, naked, to get dressed into her work clothes. It was chilly and raining outside so decided it would be better if she wore her fishnet stockings underneath her work pants. It was a grey suit today and her stockings were bright red. Not wearing underwear to work always turned her on and made her feel real good. Horny and sexy knowing that her pussy may well be rubbing on the inside of her thigh when she crossed her legs. It was a busy. Son: why mommy? You don’t like your own son smelling your aromatic pussy?Me: It’s not that young man! Carry me to my bed and fuck my fucking wet cunt there.Son: what’s wrong with this bed mom?Me: I want my son to fuck my brains off where his dad uses to fuck me once upon a time.Son: sure momma! I will take you there.While carrying me there, I instructed him not to mention me as his mother just call me a slut or bitch ill be more hornier when my own son call me as a bitch or a slut or even a.