Onceher finger was in it it felt sort of good, the way she wiggled it. Once againmy dick became hard but this time there was more gooey fluid than bef...ore.There was enough to where it was dripping off off the head of my dick to thefloor. Still on my knees mommy began to put two fingers up my asshole, butthis time it was easier and it felt good.Mommy was on the toilet and said that she wanted me to lick her pussy clean,so she removed the fingers from my ass and let me kneel in front of her.. When I looked up, there I was in the mirror where I belonged! OK, this is where I say HOLY SHIT!If there were any lingering doubts about what I almost saw up on the mountain, they were gone now. I think that if this had been the nineteenth century, I would have been convinced that this thing in my hand was Satan's own tool. Now, I'm no Albert Einstein or Steven Hawking but I think I've read enough about theoretical physics to believe that what I was seeing was at least possible. I'm also crazy. A miswired handset sent a jolt of 220 current melting the phone and removing the contents of her head.That should make her prom date obvious.Over the next two years family members suffered from a unique series of accidents. A brand new 26 foot Grady O’Day sank on Canyon Ferry Lake in Montana.The cockpit drain plugs were found on the dock at the Marina.The second son died while skiing ... impaled on broken pine branch.He was on a closed slope far more difficult than his skill level.A snowmobile. "What's up, Boss?" Jorge wants to know what we do. He claims that it will help him protect us. I'm a little concerned that he'll be ... upset ... and feel it necessary to leave or something."Luz cocked her head, eyeing Jorge. "I have two jobs. I work for Boss, here. We have a cleaning business. I clean, I do maid stuff, I set up for parties and carry drinks and things. That is my first job." Okay. What's your second job?" Jorge asked."I'm a hooker. I fuck guys. Many times I fuck guys I go to.