” She wanted to leave as just friends and didn't want our last interaction to be all about sex, she said, so would it be possible to swing by her pl...ace? “Nothing will happen,” she said firmly. “Partly because I’m almost engaged, and partly because Brett will be coming over in about an hour, so I wouldn't let anything happen. Plus I have my period, and I never have sex when I have my period.” So I went over and said goodbye, and then spent the rest of the afternoon icing the welts on my back she. And don't be afraid to taste my titties too, son. I haven't tasted them myself, but I'm sure you'll love them."I managed to grab each of them and stop my head on her right tit. I felt a little lite headed, but I was good enough to taste that nipple, and it did taste wonderful. We looked at each other again, and she caressed my head."Oh, mother/son incest seems to be sweeter than cherries. Yes, lick that soft nipple for your mommy; I hope you don't think they're too old."I shook my head no, but. I felt likemy life was meaningless, here I was, apparently in the prime of my life cominghome and going to bed at 9 O?clock with a mug of hot chocolate. I dressed in thesame clothes I?d worn for years, a brown suit and flat shoes for work. Nomake-up. I felt like there was no way anyone would find me attractive. I woulddream of meeting a man who would treat me like a sex goddess, who would beconsumed by passion and fuck me wherever he could. I imagined that I was glamorousand irresistible and. Um ... Taylor, I don't think you should talk to me, if Bob finds out he'll give me a bad time" she stuttered out.A closer look and I saw she was sporting a black eye. "Why do you put up with his abuse, surely you don't enjoy being a punching bag?" She stood up and went to enter the van "mind your own business she muttered, I don't need any more troubles so keep out mine." I shrugged my shoulders and told her if she wanted help I was willing to give it and returned to my bus.A short while latter.