"Eddie, I am proud of you for what you are doing today. It takesa lot of courage to stand up for someone who is on the outside andmistreated like Caro...line.Now you two sit down from now on we are going to have a proper breakfastto start our day."As they sat at the table their mother came walking in the door. Shestopped, to make sure she was in the right house, when she saw herhusband dressed for a change and smell breakfast in the air. She willfind out what was going on later when Killer left. ’ ‘That was you,’ he asked in disbelief realizing she’d been his champion all along. It dawned on him where the motorcycle-jacket came from and how she acquired it. In fact it was still lying on the living room floor. Strange that he never thought of whom it once belonged, thinking it was hers all this time. ‘Yes it was me. Do you remember the night your mother came to seduce and perhaps change you? You began to cry making her emotional. The next day she told me she was giving you to me, to do. .......... I nodded, imed he pushed his finger in my juicy pussy....."Ah..........Mmmmm.." Its has been a long time I hadnot feel a man's warm finger in my pussy..... And I really enjoyed every moment...... He starts to increase his pace of pushing his finger in and out of my wet dripping pussy........ while he was finger fucking me, we were kissing madly, with one of my hand stroking his cock with his pants still on, another hand helding on to his shoulder...... I shaked my body to his pace of. Sawyer who was standing there, next to a large work bench built flush against the wall. He was only about ten feet away and smiling like he was expecting me to say something, and then I saw something really weird.On the wall behind him there were pictures of ... Me! Like every picture in every magazine I'd ever been in. Even the old Street Rodder mag that had me when I was like five years old, holding my Daddy's hand while he was pointing at something for an interview he'd done. But mostly.