I arrived at your house, wet with excitement, waiting to see how the afternoon would go. At first, you played hard to get, and I could tell you wanted... me to make the first move. I could feel my pussy dripping down my leg, begging to be fucked, so I straddled you, not being able to wait, sexual tension exploding through the room. Kissing quickly turned into lip biting and neck biting, which I soon realized you didn’t like when you grabbed my neck and choked me telling me I better be a good. " What of him?" They can guide you through the subconscious and dreams can't they? Maybe you can go digging around and find out what Lucy is up to. It is probably no coincidence that you can't remember dreams, when everyone else can remember them all too well." Well that will depend, of course, if I keep my job and my health plan." I laughed despite the seriousness of that situation. "Yep, it will. I know you are afraid of them finding out the truth, but even if a therapist does, will he. "I'm not a child molester," Bills protested."Oh yes you are!" Batista said in a cold voice. "Every time I look at you I see Angel at age thirteen or fourteen and you hovering around her with a hard on. I see you watching her every move as she flits around in her cheerleader uniform and I see the innocent look on her face. She had no idea how your filthy mind worked I'm sure. Not until you decided to take away her innocence." I never did anything to her," Bills said."You managed to father her. ..fuck me...fuck me...fuck me..." Mom came hard, impaling herself on my stiff rod over and over until she shuddered and sighed and rested on my chest laughing. "God that was good, the last time I came that good we were in Las Vegas."She started to move and I said "No mom stay there." I held her ass. We kissed again stopping only for words of love as our tongues played to stirrings below. I wanted never to be out of her. I sat up and we held each other, still connected. I felt her hard nipples.