"It doesn't hurt me that you spied on them and that was wrong. I know why you did it. What hurt me most is that you didn't come to me. I've always tri...ed to tell you that you could come to me about anything, haven't I?"Again I just nodded."So tell me why you didn't come to me," my mother asked me softly."Oh mom," I spun around and wrapped my arms around her waist and buried my face against her hips."So, so," she consoled me stroking my hair."Why didn't you come to me? Didn't you think that I. His tunic was useless, a sticky mess which he flung to theground. His pants were little better, but by selectively tearing theirremains into strips, he fashioned a crude loincloth. He shoes, made ofbuckskin, were pitted with tiny holes but usable. He cursed his ruinedoutfit but dressed anyway and listened as warm breezes washed through thebranches around him. He heard the throaty grumble of his pony close by, butthe equestrian sounds were also of exertion and he came upon the b**stsurrounded by. "Fuck me hard...NOW!" "It's about fucking time" I told herI sat up some, grabbed her ankles so her legs were in the air and started to pound her hard. All I heard was screaming, no words. The harder I pounded her the faster her tits were bouncing and watching that made me hornier. She finally grabbed a pillow and screamed into it. It was muffled so I couldn't understand what she said. I took the pillow from her"What was that?" I asked her"Holy fuck!. It was approaching midnight and they didn't seem to be slowing down. I was tired. I never thought of myself as old at thirty eight but I've found out I need my sleep or I'm not in a very good mood next day.I had to yell to over the noise to get Heather's attention. "I'm going to bed Heather," I screamed loudly. "Don't stay up past 4 am." Okay Aunty Kate," Heather yelled back, "Good night."I don't know what time it was when I awoke. Something was wrong. I felt a sucking, tickling sensation on.