She shook her head, as if shying away from a fly, and headed back to her car. What an odd thought. Of course she wanted to look after her son—his fa...ther may have been long gone, but Marion had resolved to be the best possible mother she could be. He was her world, and she was determined to return the favour.She dismissed it from her (conscious) mind, and it wasn't until that night, when she saw the look of joy on her son's face that it returned.Watching her young child happily open presents,. I know my lab was good but only because my lab partner signed off on it, too. I met Karen in her room. I knocked on the door saying, “Karen, Love, it’s me.”She opened the door just wide enough for me to enter. She closed it behind me and locked it. She was naked. I don’t know about after supper but she obviously had no plans for us to be studying before supper. Before I could move, she was removing my clothes. I tried to help her and fondle her beautiful body at the same time. By the time I was. I shut her up with a look, re-rolled the condom and lined it back up with Pauly's cock head. I secretly nipped the end between my thumb and index fingernails, and then squished that end as I rolled it back down Pauly's cock. I figured his dick was a little above 7" in size. Neither of my baby daddies had had one bigger than 6", so I was a little extra careful getting the rubber on just right, sliding my fingers along his length to smooth out the prophylactic.When I was done I stood up and went. Not 'You. Bitch', not even 'You Goddam Bitch, don't you know who I am?' or even 'Get you Commie Hands off of me, you Fucking Bitch' but instead the perfectly polite and appropriate response. Scrubbing floors was obviously good for her, that and the demeaning body modifications she had endured. Her septum ring and the stud through her lower lip, right in the centre of her face."Izvenetie, pa'zhalsta, Gaspazha Neena": excuse me please, Mistress Neena. Why, the girl has even said it in.