Better! A better fuck than his own mother! A better whore. A better "girlfriend". Maybe Sig would want to fuck him more than he wanted to fuck her. Da...mn! How hot would that be? Spikes of lust pinged him. Better pussy . . . than his own mother! He wasn't out to steal his mother's boyfriend; just prove that his throat was a better pussy—-and more available as well. He turned and buried his face in the man's crotch. Yesssss! He would suck and he would give deep throat. A better pussy. A better. “Are you cold, dear?” she asks him to which he just nods his head because he is still recovering from the passionate kiss and the passionate session before it. “Are you thirsty, dear?” she asks him again and that is when he realizes just how thirsty he is. This time he answers “yes” with a couple of nods to which she reacts by giggling. “Open your mouth.” She commands him and he complies a little bemused. She pours the same liquid which she used on his chest into her mouth. Leaning down, her. Thankfully I was able to convince Marcia to allow me to 'investigate' Samantha's younger years. This is a stand-alone story but fits nicely with the original story.Take heart, more chapters of both stories are in the works.Chapter 1Sam remembered part of the night like it was yesterday. He was fourteen, and home alone when the police knocked on the door."Is your father home?"That's all they kept asking him as he looked at them through the cracked door. He kept the two chain locks engaged as his. She stood leaning against the wall, completely naked!She smiled at me with that familiar come-and-get-it-if-you-want-it expression on her face. A warm, arousing smile spread across her face as she watched me. She was absolutely sexy, her body ravishing, eyes seductive. She was killing me just by her looks.Her boobs moving up and down in anticipation were just suckable. Water dripping from her clean shaven pussy just fuckable. She was my prey. I was waiting for a move to pounce on my prey. At.