”“Its okay, I'm tough. I can take it.”When we got off the plane, we took a taxi and I was so fascinated by the water.“Can you speak the langua...ge?” I asked EJ.“Um, you mean English?”“Oh.”EJ laughed.“I can do the accent though,” EJ said in a Jamaican accent, that was stronger then his natural one.“You have an accent already.”“No I don't.”“Yes you do. You have more of a Jamaican accent then I have a British accent.”“You hear things.”“When you're mad, your accent is strong. Its like insane.”“That's. " Without looking up Linda hurriedly pulled them from her hips and lifted one leg at a time, turning them inside out in her haste, pulling her feet from the silky translucence. One side of her panties slipped with them and they sat on her hips at a sloppy, unkempt angle. Denise bent down, picked up the discarded garments and threw them to me. I draped them over my arm. I could have hung them on my cock if it was out. Denise stepped behind Linda again. "Almost ready to come inside, Missy," she. Was I so needing that even the desirable attention from my son was enough for me to totally lose all reason? After a moment I realized that I did not have an answer for that, and I doubted that there would ever be an answer for it. I don’t know when I drifted off to sleep, but when I woke up it was a new day, and I quickly got undressed out of the sexy sheer under garments that I had wore the night before swearing never to wear them again, feeling dirty, sick and perverted at the enhanced. ”“I’m glad to do it but I have to ask you something,” I began. “With all those guys hanging around you and knowing that you could have your pick, why did you ask me to take you home?”“Can you imagine what my life would be like if I went out with one of those guys?” she asked rhetorically. “I wouldn’t have time to get any work done. Besides, you’re nice to me and have never hit on me. If any other man else there took me home, everyone would assume that I fucked him. At least with you they won’t.