Of course, those steps at this point were just writing mostly erotic stories on a website. But she was in the lead for the annual contest to write the... most stories there. Ironically, the contest was even called Survivor. It seemed to be a theme in Tara’s life…surviving. And now this…surviving the loss of a baby. At times it seemed more than she could bear. For a quarter of a century, mother had been a core part of who she was. At forty-four and after eighteen months of trying to get pregnant,. He had usedthe shower cap and his "Do" was still pristine and perky. But now downto business."Son, you know that young girls, at around 13 years old, start to havetheir 'period'?" Yes, mother, I know about that 'period' thing. I have read some thingsbut I am not sure about it all. I know Diane has started her periods.But we didn't discuss much about that." Well, Son, this morning I am going to take you into that world ofperiods and flow and douches and all the rest of the things a young ladyhas. I went near her put my arms on her shoulder and told her not to take quick decisions that may change her life, but meanwhile I placed my hands on her current started in my blood. Tent in my pants and she noticed it and closed her eyes and cam near to me, I placed a kissss on her lips, she started responding by opening her mouth and allowing my tongue to enter.I lifted her and make her sit on dining table, and opened zip of her nighty through which she feeds her baby. Her pink nipples were. Her warm moist tongue slowly swirling around the head and finding my pee hole.Cathy just watches as Cynthia was sucking my big head. Her hands were still caressing my balls and thighs. I couldn’t help but to take one of Cathy’s huge tits into my hands and squeeze it. Feeling the soft spongy texture flood through my fingers was making my cock throb even more. Cynthia’s eyes were nearly coming out of her socket, watching my dick grow an inch longer. She took the head out of her mouth and beat it.