Staring straight into her blue eyes, he cupped her full, milky white globe. It was as if he was testing its weight. He watched her pupils dilate and k...new that she wanted him, badly. Chet stared at the beautiful breast in his hand. It sat in his hand perfectly. The skin was so very soft...softer than any known silk. Chet rubbed his thumb over her brown, taut nipple. There was something about this woman that intrigued him. That was why he was leading her the long way. He wanted her! Rolling her. ” Feelings like this are natural but you should not even think of doing this. Go to your room and let’s forget this happened.”He had moved away in shock that I was awake. I thought he would leave but he hugged me tightly.“You like it. Otherwise, you would have screamed at me,” he said as his hard penis pressed over my pussy through our clothes.“Son! Go!” I said as he put his hand into the nighty. His hand landed on my bra.“Look, your mother’s breasts are not sexual objects,” I said as he undid. ... in their right mind? Oh my god they would put me in amental hospital.The buzzer on the oven went off jerking me back to reality, hours hadpassed while my mind was in turmoil I realized I had been crying whilethinking all this time, I bent over to put some food in the oven, my tinyskirt rode up and I reached behind me to feel where it came to... yep itwas right up! If you were behind me you could see my tattoos, Istraightened up I had already let her take my money and possessions andbrand me. " I replied cruelly. I uncorked the bottle of Bristol Cream Sherry. It opened with a pop. I heard Charlotte moan as she looked at me, cow-eyed. I forced the mouth of the bottle between her lips. She pretended to resist. I slid it in and out in an obscene imitation of fellatio, slopping alcohol into her mouth as I did so. She swallowed hard, sucking down the fortified wine. I thought I caught a glimpse of a smile on her face. I knew that a good drunk took time, so I pulled out the.