I gave her a kiss on the cheek and peeked over her shoulder too. "Mmmm ... Cookies!" Hey mom," Troy said and he was right behind me, like always. "Wha...t's that smell?" Guess," mom said and she was a good mom. She liked to bake and I guess that sorta made up for her homework fetish."Cookies!" Troy grinned and he saw me stealing one, sort of juggling it with my fingertips cause it was hot!"Bets, how many times have I told you to wash your hands first?" mom sighed, but it was too late."Too late!" I. I don’t have a problem with sharing my body with my handsome son!”I gave a most childlike whoop, lifted Mom up in my arms and danced around the kitchen with her, holding her high above my head. She laughed down at me and whispered, “I love you so much.” I let her slip down to the floor, but kept her within the circle of my arms. I kissed her mouth as I so often had in my waking wet dreams, and when I felt her tongue bounce out against mine, I groaned with anticipation. “Ma, will you fuck me?” I. Even the small children were able to laugh and play under the shadow of a good hanging whilst the image of all that blood at the French style executions was sufficient to put one off their normal desire for a wholesome meal in the early morning.Her name was Nicolette and her naturally curly black hair cascaded down her slender back almost to the mysterious curve of her posterior that bespoke an invitation for any male with appreciation for such matters to take up the gauntlet so to speak and. All he had to look forward to was a neck-tie party if he was captured, so he had no incentive to give up without a fight. However, he was already thirsty, and he was bound to get more so as the heat of the day started to affect him.He was well sheltered from what little breeze there was, so he wouldn't get any cooling benefit from that. The rocks were cool now, but they would heat up pretty quickly as soon as the sun fully rose and they were no longer in shadow. With his canteen of water still.