“No, Mrs. Cartwright,” I answered. She practically rolled off the couch laughing. I tried to understand why she found that so funny, but I had to ...wait for what seemed like forever before she resumed the conversation. “No, Mrs. Cartwright,” she mimicked, before bursting out laughing once again. “What’s so funny?” I asked honestly. “When you get to my age, you’ll know,” she said, “When younger people think of you only as Mrs. This or Mr. That, it’s as though there’s a barrier between age groups.. ... What! It wasn't Dave. It was some strange black guy I had never seen before.This guy had his right arm around Beth's shoulders holding her right wrist in a steel grip. His left hand was pulling hard on her right nipple as he sucked the other one.I sat down next to her and tried to get her attention, 'Beth! Beth!' I called to her as I kept tapping her arm. The black guy looked up at me.'Fuck off Honky!' Was all he said then went back to sucking her tit. Beth was lost in a world of her own.. Jane was conscious of movement in the camp, of figures creeping closer from out of the dark. It might have been her imagination, it was hard to tell, but a violent shiver ran through her from head to toe. Anything could happen to her now. If she was assaulted, would Jessica come to help? Would she even be able to? And how could anyone say, afterward, that she hadn’t been asking for it?But she was also aware of Jessica watching her, and tried to focus on that. Her sole purpose in life, she. Walter sprawled on top of her, opening his mouth wide to engulf one straining nipple. Feverishly he started slurping on his mother's enormous tit, sucking and puckering his cheek, just as he'd once nursed milk out of her tits as a suckling baby. Patty whimpered, the need in her pussy growing stronger by the second. She tenderly cradled her loving adopted son's head, encouraging himto suck Mommy's tits as much as he liked. "You... you can touch my pussy now," she whispered. "I suppose you.