She stood back up, the key now safely placed away, and once again grabbed her mother by the hair forcing her to sit upright with her back against the ...bed. She then pulled her chair over from her work desk, where her homework sit neatly underneath a computer, and rolled the chair directly in front of her Mother. Planting one bare foot either side of her Mother’s head she wheeled her chair in tight against her Mum effectively trapping her sitting in front of the chair against the bed with her. I walked around the bench, swung my leg over my son's face, and straddled his mouth. I started rubbing my pussy all over his face, and I looked up to see BORING written on the card; the numbers were 69/ 15 leaving, fuck, if they all leave, we will be at 54. I started to rub my clit hard and rammed my pussy into his mouth; he could hardly keep up, but I whispered 54, and he knew we were in trouble. He licked and sucked, and I rubbed and ground, and soon I had a creamy juice running down his. Albi, I called him back then. He hated that. ************* I drove Elena home after yet another day of school at Creekmount. ‘Alphonse,’ Elena said, as she watched the scenery go by. I responded, looking away from the road only long enough to make eye contact with her. ‘Yes, Elena?’ ‘Do you think…that ghosts exist?’ I looked past the road, past everything, and thought for a moment of how best to answer. ‘Sometimes I do. Sometimes I don’t,’ I finally said. ‘How do you mean?’ ‘Well, sometimes I. Zoe started making suggestions and I accepted her guidance and asked her to order for me. She started a little gentle interrogation such as asking if I was used to spicy food and if I’d ever tasted ‘vindaloo’ or ‘phall-extra-hot’. I confessed that I hadn’t had much experience and she rattled off some more suggestions based on this new information. I looked over the top of my menu, looking at her face as she read her menu, admiring how sensible and serious she looked as she turned the pages back.