But the treatment I received at home could have caused that.But the hair seemed to be a significant physical change overnight withoutexplanation.There...was nothing to wear except a robe. I slipped it on and tied itclosed with a large pink silken sash I found on the dresser. I hurriedoff to find JJ.The Master was sitting in the same place as yesterday having the samebreakfast. He called out to me: Good morning, most Beautiful One."Somehow I felt the compliment was deserved. Today I felt. Mom was on all fours, kneeling on the bed between my legs, her loud moans trembled through my stiff shaft and shook my balls and vibrated my spine. When I would moan she would moan louder until we were both getting very vocal again. She then did something incredible, she was gently holding down my nuts with her thumb as she slid her middle finger up my ass! Her middle finger of her left hand pressed into my ass until she lodged it up against my prostate. As she did this, her other hand. Never crossing those borders of decent society. I turned around to find her blouse unbuttoned well below the norm. She dropped to her knees . I stopped her. Yes I said I stopped her. Asked her are you ready for this. She's 6 years older than me. But said I've watched you grow up same age as my brother and doing many of the same things football you name it. Knowing how much time my brother spent in weight room when I saw you on weekends it always made me wonder. Cuz Both of you are. She feels like family. That freaked me out. Family? I thought of Aimee. Why Aimee? It hit me: Rachel. I pulled away from Tegan’s dance, handed her the earbud, and fell back to my position on the bed. I had to think. It made sense. Every time I slept since we left Navarre, I’ve had dreams about a girl and I wasn’t sure who it was until now. Nightmares actually. A female sexual predator always chases me. The dreams are whack-o, freaky, and uncomfortable. It’s Rachel, she’s the.