" She teases."Mom, I don't care which panties you're wearing...."She interrupts, "You seemed to care about them this morning dear." MOMMY!" I yell, r...acting to the shameful truth behind her remark."Don't take that tone with me Justin Sylvester Johnson. You are still ateenager, and you know what happens to naughty, disrespectful teenagersin this house," she admonishes.I sulk away with my tail (or is it my cock) between my legs. Anotherfailed attempt at confronting her.Life went on like this. ” He spoke. The words barely registered in her mind. Slave could hear Sirs pants unzip. His hands braced her hips as he turned her so she was next to instead of against, the pole. She could feel his erection as it rubbed against her vagina floating in a pool of wet. He wrapped what little of her hair he had around his wrist and thrust in hard. He groaned as his hard penis filled every wet inch of her. He started to grind and move a bit seeing how deep he could get it while growling a bit. ..if she wants." Same here. Am I allowed to call you by name yet in the dialogue?" By all means. Besides, it was changed legally years ago." Thanks...Eddie." No problem. It warms my heart to see five gorgeous young 20-somethingwomen thankful that a 35-year-old something-or-other like me is alive.You know, I started out making this story just about YOU, Monica...butI ended up putting a little bit of myself into most of the characters Iwrote. When I get out of here, we can all get to know each. Terrific!”“You got some mail today, Jim. Aunt Debbie sent you something.”“Oh?” Jim said as he kissed his mother on the cheek in greeting.Lily handed Jim an envelope addressed to him in an obviously feminine hand. And, sure enough, it had Debbie’s return address from the lake on it. Jim took the envelope and went to his room to get a head start on his school work before supper.He tore open the envelope and read the letter.Dear Jim,I hope that you are enjoying being back in school. It’s kind of.