She told me that she was about to start her final year at college in the coming September, and that one day she hoped to take over the business from h...er parents.As we talked she tilted her head back to drain the final mouthful of water from her bottle. As she did this some of the liquid escaped from her lips, trickling down over her chin and onto her neck, running down onto her chest underneath the polo shirt, soaking into the dark material. She giggled with embarrassment, and lifted her hand. Now things made a little more sense, and now it was really Bobby I was mad at, and not mom. There was one other thing too, I was horny, and for lack of a better term, my dick was as hard as a rock! As I sat there, I really began to look at mom in a different way. As I said earlier, she was a little plump, but in a very sexy way. She had a very pretty face, and soft, sandy-blonde hair that cascaded down to her shoulders, and her big green eyes would steal your heart. That's two things I had. “You’re gonna make her burn her cunt just for your demented pleasure?” the man said, standing up, furious. “You sick bastard! I oughta shoot you here and now!”“I’m not making her do anything,” Frank said, imperiously. “She’s doing it out of her love for me and her devotion to my pleasure. She knows how much pleasure I get out of listening to her scream when we make love after she’s burned herself there. In addition, the quivering inside her burned cunt is quite exquisite to experience! You. Coming to the story, I got a lot of emails from ladies for my previous story. One such female was, let’s call her ‘Q’. I respect her privacy. So I can’t disclose her name. First, we started texting casually at hangouts. Just the normal hi and bye thing. Then we started discussions on our interests. Slowly time after time she shared almost everything with me. That’s why I liked her a lot and started trusting her immediately. We both had a strong sexual desire for each other. We knew it. But we.