’ What does a sob sound like? A pathetic, choked-upon sob? It’s pitiful, and knowing how pathetic I sounded only brought more sobs and more tears.... I couldn’t block any of it out, I couldn’t stop it. Everything was boiling over, pushing out. Taking over. ‘Bullshit. Bullshitbullshitbullshit,’ I cried out. ‘Why is this fucking happening to me? How is this fair? What? What am I supposed to do?’ I was crying openly, just talking nonsense as it streamed through my head. ‘Hey. Shh,’ my mom was trying. I assumed she wanted a rum-coke and went ahead and bought her one.. She went off mingling and would keep coming back to me as I sat at the bar. I guess she sensed a certain comfort around me. She asked for another and obliged her. Then another and I obliged her again.. It started getting late by now and again she was sitting next to me. We were clicking great and flirting. She was really buzzing... One thing about South Texas, its sort of still a place where anything goes. At least it. Beth asked, “So why have you come to see mum?”Liz blushed as she replied, “That caning I got stopped me stealing because for ages afterwards I just had to think about it and that reminded me. However, for some reason that memory didn’t work today, so I thought that as your mum is a headmistress if she spanked me then that would be a reminder, and she would no doubt keep on reminding me whenever I saw her. It’s a willpower thing, really, and I don’t have any, and I need someone with much more. Then, finally, and knowing it was wrong, I brought my cock to the now well lubricated lips of Claire's pussy and, knowing she would probably complain, I pushed as much of my prick right into the tight little opening I found there! Oh, it was good! She was trying to tell me to stop but her heart wasn't in it. More and more cock slowly slid into Claire's helpless little pussyhole as my pleasure increased with each passing second. All those years of wasted desire were somehow being washed.