“Guilty as charged. I so want this to be perfect for both of us, especially you, and I’m quite unsure of myself.”“Give it a go,” she said, a...s her thong was quickly removed and her legs spread wide, revealing her glistening lips. “Do you remember the Golden Rule? ‘Do unto others—”“As you would have them do unto you.” I finished. “Thanks!” I said as I kissed my way down.Settling in between her legs, ambrosia was all I could think as her aroma and heat wafted up to me. Her fingers spread her. I knew mum missed Janet too, but she was my mum. When hearing about the reason for our divorce she had stood by my side – her only son. The only family she had left since my dad had died last year in cancer. “I love you mum,” I said and tenderly kissed her forehead. My 60-year-old mother looked up at me, eyes reflecting my own feelings about the break-up. “It’s a shame,” they said. “Such a shame.” And I couldn’t agree with her more. # Dating. It had gone two months since the divorce and we. Rick had been beaten the previous Saturday night, with the result of having two cracked ribs, a broken nose, and both eyes blacked. Otterly had been dragged off by the attackers who intended to rape her. Any sane person would be nervous after such an experience.The boys who attacked them had been caught, but the likelihood of them taking revenge was high. Bullies are that way. They tend to punish their victims after getting caught, even if it was because of their own stupidity. However, the. Toofocused on my seemingly floating breasts, I jump at the loud click thensnap of the hooks going to place on my back."How's it feel?" Hard to say. I don't know what is supposed to be 'right'about this. The underwire almost painfully wraps around my upper torso,tightly pressing against my skin and rips. The shoulder straps feel likethey're strongly pressing me down, like the two are trying to push myupper body into a small container. My breasts are another story.Something usually so loose yet.