She took out a brush and combed her long black, silky hair.Usually we do it a couple times a week.She giggled, licking my tip.We both begin to moan with anal muffled sounds.We continue to enjoy each-others oral stimulation for several minutes.Would the magic work as intended, or would there be unexpected consequences?Intrigued by the possibilities, the figure stepped into the mist to wait and find out.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Sasha Bell Goddamn, my husband Mitch groaned as my pussy finished milking his dick dry.I did this over and over again harder and harder each time, both of us moaning in rhythm, until I shot my load deeply into the womb of my Mother's vagina.It was heavenly and hard.Hope I didn’t wake y- Just go ahead.Mary and I stripped out of our clothes in the laundry room and put them in the washer and we headed off to get a shower, naked.He remembered when he had accidentally killed his father and had to stop there, sending the doctor home for the day.---Then:Jake had a new spring in his granny step as he went to school.Hear them?You're such a slut, Ruth. So, I decided to play dumb and gave him my real name, and that I was evidently abandoned here by my family for whatever reason, that I didn’t know.This threw him off track and so to cover, he asked, What was your car like and describe your family. It was some kind of Studebaker and there was my father and mother and my sister Irene. Dancing on my feet with that one. And he seemed to stare off into space with some granny recollection of that name, too.So, as a community service, he took out his clubbing stick and moved me to the prowl car to handcuff me and transport me to the local hospital for observation. It was an uneventful trip, since I was cuffed in the back seat and he had put away his nightclub for the present. When we got to the hospital, it had moved back to the south end of town along the bay side hill where it had been in my youth.The deputy quickly removed the cuffs and took my arm in his hands and led me into the emergency room. A Catholic Sister, dressed in a nurse’s version of a habit, took me into her care and led me to an examination room for the doctor to check me anal over. She asked me questions about myself, and I answered in ways that would conform to my family of that era. I told her that I was from North Carolina and had no idea of how I came to be alone here. Also, that I had family in the region. I identified my actual grandfather, Plank Benson, as my distant uncle and nodded at her start over the name.