“Mom! Are you okay?”Her hand passed between us and she stroked my cock with her open palm.“I’m more than okay I have been in years! I used to ...rummage through your clothes hamper, looking for underwear you had wet dreams in. I’d sit on the toilet and masturbate myself until I came while covering my face with your sperm stain underwear.”“MOM!” My voice cracked as it climbed the scale. Was this what my father could not bring himself to say on the phone? That he was unable to keep up with mom. 'My opponents this time ... are these two... 'He spectated Zechariah's and Linor's fights. He observed all the battle in the competition till now with keen curiosity for the different fighting styles and Martial techniques rather than with the intent to learn the methods of his potential opponents.Scenes of Zechariah's and Linor's fights played in his head. The more Zax watched, the deeper he recalled them, the more his stiff hands clenched tighter and tighter to the form of two bulging. At the door, as Rachael's ID was checked, Helen french kissed all three of the door attendants."Gentlemen," she said when she finally came up for air, "this is my friend..." she paused then smiled, "Marie. Marie just got her heart broken by a jackass who didn't appreciate what he had." Now that's a shame," one of them said kissing the palm of Rachael's hand and sending shivers up her arm, "because I would treat you like a queen." I imagine you would." It was a tempting offer. He was tall and. She cried until she fell asleep from exhaustion. When she awoke, the sun was low. Awake, yes. Alive, yes, but the dead place in her soul was still empty, and would always be so. She sat in the porch swing and squinted into the setting sun. There would be no more beautiful sunsets in her life. From now on they would simply be harbingers of another night to get through. She lit a Pall Mall and drew the smoke deeply into her lungs, tasting the bitterness of her old friend and feeling the burn in.