What was in those bottles were anything from love potions to make you (think) you're irresistible to liquid muscle so powerful you'd be able to kick a...nybody's ass that pissed you off. For others, there were rivers of relaxation and escape.For me, I was drinking beer. Occasionally I may have a Cutty, but usually my choice is good cold beer just because I like the taste. I raised the bottle to take a sip of beer and almost spilled it onto my lap. I couldn't believe what I saw in the mirror! This. "Yeah. I'm just glad that the two of you just learned the joy of sex in that cave in and didn't get killed." Mom said."So are those tapes still floating around?" I asked."Oh yeah, they've gone to DVD and are available on the web. I still get royalty checks from it." Mom said. "They come in those large manila envelopes once a year. Those are statement reports about sales and views." Maybe we should get back in touch with this producer." I suggested.Mom laughed at this. "And do what? A mother. Her mind was racing, she knew only too well of his ability to take her to places that she had never dared ventured so this carrot of temptation that he dangled before her was driving her wildEntering his house always sent shivers of anticipation through her and this time was no different. He greeted her with a soft tender kiss, pulling her body to his, cupping her ass moulding themselves together... "Ready," he asked. A slow hesitant nod was all she could manage.Walking together along the dimly. I’m sure you don’t want your husband coming home to a tragedy,” he said.“It would put a damper on his trip if he was to, say, pull into the garage and find his wife and daughter hanging from the rafter waiting for him! Or find his wife dead in the bedroom and his daughter missing.“I have friends who could smuggle her across the border to Mexico and then she would be shipped off from there to who knows where.“He would never see her again and she could end up being made a sex slave to some.