“Don’t stop now.”Mistress Avery smiles and takes her by the hand leading her out of the room and away from the hands that had begun to reach out...in front. “You’ve been spending a little too much time as a sub, I think. You’re starting to top from the bottom.”She blushes and looks down with a grin.“Maybe you should try topping for a little while. You might find you like it.” She licks her lips.“Topping ... Okay.”Avery’s laugh lilts out. “You’re going to have to be more forceful than. They say that they're as ready as they can be, and that Laura...that the two of us shouldn't worry." I'm feeling stronger, too," Laura added. "I wouldn't even be in thiswheelchair, except that a certain blacksmith of my acquaintance keepsinsisting on taking it." She reached up and kissed Arsenio's hand.Dan Talbot chuckled. "You should listen to your husband. That'ssomething wives don't do near often enough." Dan!" Amy punched him in his side. Hard.He winced. "_Some_ wives, anyway. I've. I took a deep breath and hoped that whatever gods and goddesses that gave me this power would also give me the power to not screw this up monumentally. Cause it was show time. I pointed at the entrance of the bleachers and said "It starts with her." Ava looked scared as she saw someone walk out of the shadow that hid most of her for the short time that she had been there listening to the conversation, but visibly relaxed as she realized who it was. "Oh it's just you Jo. What are you doing. Nor did she have a rumored reputation of boffing school chums of her son as my friend Chad's mom had. To be sure, those two women, among others, were masturbation fantasies for myself and many others around school, but never once in my formative years did I think about my own mother in that manner. Obviously, though, I wouldn't be writing this story if my feelings about her had not changed.To be honest, my mother is not a cosmetically beautiful woman. She stands at just a few inches past five.