Or something like that. I’m no good at this stuff.” She put her hands on her hips. “Just don’t sleep with him more than once a week, okay?”S...e looked confused. I could understand that. She had just said I could have sex with Uncle Bob once a week.“Wait!” she said.“Deal!” I yelled.“No, Kylie!” insisted my mom. “Wait. That’s not what I meant.”“No way,” I said, smiling. “You said once a week. A deal is a deal.”“I didn’t mean to say that!” she wailed. “I got upset. It was just a figure of. "Enjoy the view, you know? There's nothing wrong with sex, and anyway, you're so damn nice you're kind of hard to put up with sometimes."Shit! The perfect come on to my fantasy!"Umm, well," I said, "I told you that I'm no saint, Jill. I had my wild days in college, and I still think about them and..." I cleared my throat, "... and I jack off a lot. I'm not as nice as you think." I don't believe it," she replied, and then there was a long pause. Finally she said, a bit huskily, "What do you. I was a single son from a wild weekend. She has never married but did have some friends stay over. They never lasted long though. I was her first priority.I returned, naked, to my bedroom and dressed in pants, shorts and t-shirt. The front door bell went off. I opened the door to Julie. She entered and kissed me hard wrapping her arm around me, pushing her full body into me then grabbed my ass and pulled it into her body feeling my hard cock across her stomach. I finally closed the door and we. I was just lost in my imaginative world. She came to my house. I introduced her to my family. Then we both went into my bedroom and locked ourselves up. I intentionally tried to touch her boobs (In such a way that she felt it unintentionally happened). But she did give me a look. It was raining outside and that smell was everywhere.The temperature was about 20-30 °C. In this environment, she started biting her lower lip. I couldn’t resist myself and I kissed her on the lips. She pushed me and.