‘Not really expecting to either. At least not so soon,’ she added with a shrug. ‘What about the other guy?’ ‘Greg?’ Julie asked, surprised... by Ashlee’s question. Why would she wonder if Julie had heard from him? ‘Yeah, Greg,’ Ashlee echoed. ‘Heard from him yet?’ ‘Oh, I don’t think I’m going to,’ Julie replied, shaking her head. ‘He’s got plenty of less, uh… complicated options.’ Ashlee smiled and shrugged. ‘I don’t know, kiddo,’ she said with a grin. ‘Shouldn’t sell yourself short.’ ‘No, you. Nancy said, she was feeling tired and a bit intoxicated too and did not want to eat much. “I shall save my appetite for tomorrow, uncle”. She said and decided to go to bed. I directed her towards her bedroom while I went in the kitchen to wash couple of plates and glasses along with the knives and forks. There was not much to clean up and as I finished, I had a flashing thought of not having provided a blanket in Nancy’s room to the best of my memory. I rushed to her room. The door was ajar and. He works towards my left nipple and suckles it into his mouth. He sucks on it softly at first working up to an extreme pain but caresses the right nipple with his palm so the mix between pleasure and pain teases me. I can’t help but coo and moan out for him. I feel like my nipples are rock hard and piercing with pain when he steps away for a moment. He comes back and clamps them with what feels like the sharpest nipple clamps I’ve ever felt. I cry out and nearly turn away from the pain but I. Her hips bucked against his. All the while his testicles powerfully beat against what was left of her ripped underwear. In the back of her mind, she felt as if she was entitled to this treatment. She loved her son more than she loved her X-husband even when they were married. Afterall, he was part of her and her X wasn’t. Juan would never ever do her wrong because she felt that he was the most important thing to him in this world. Juan was more interested in “making his mother feel good” than.