Mista was taking her time and trying to be gentle."You get a little better each time, Jorie," she said. "You have far fewer cuts." Your boyfriend is s...adist," Jorie said.She snorted with derision and refused to comment further. They had been through this particular conversation every day for a month and Jorie received no sympathy for his complaining."Come with me to the mess. Dothan and I are ready to explain where we're going," Mista said as she slid the melt kit back into its drawer. "It's. They actually got off talking about his mother in such a derigatory way to her son.Soon this news got to Billy's mother and father, who were obviously upset about these incidents. However, Tim and Jeff always got away without reprehension as they were just 18 year old students. Billy, who had only just turned 18, felt helpless. It became more and more common for his mother to walk him to and from school to avoid bullying, much to Tim and Jeff's pleasure.Soon she could feel them stare her up and. "It will wait till we get the Irishman into a hospital," I said."He will be on a chopper for the Athens airport in twenty minutes. From there it is an Air Force hospitial in Germany for him." the doctor said."I can find someone there to look at my leg," I suggested.At the Air Force hospital they insisted that I take the drugs and get off the leg. We compromised. I sat in a comfortable chair, either in the waiting room, or in Martin's room. I sat there with my cane gun and my leg up. I was on. In fact, if you weren’t my mom and weren’t married, I’d want to marry you.” again mom giggled. “Ooh!…Of course, you mean if we were the same age.” My caressing had touched the bottoms of mom’s boobs now, and I was really warming up. “No mom. I mean that if you were not my mom, and we were the ages that we actually are, I would want to marry you right now-if I had the means to support you, of course.” “Oh, my goodness, honey!” mom laughed. Her hand had just brushed against my balls, and my cock.