Mom thinks I am wacko but I know I'm not. I just like to get off and it feels so good."Jim said nothing and Nancy continued her story," Well anyway Un...le Jim. I enjoy playing with myself so much I have decided to do it for real when I get back, you know I am going to let some boy fuck me. There are several boys who like to touch me. At the last dance they kept taking me out to their cars and kissing me and playing with my tits. I have to admit I love it, even when they are too rough sometimes.. I hoped she wasn’t aware.My goal was to get home to my wife, she was expecting as mentioned in Chapter 51I’d been picked up while hitch hiking out of town. I’m not sure why she stopped for me, hitting the brakes pretty hard, but upon asking she said I looked familiar. I certainly recognized her and hadn’t seen her since the county fair competition years before. “I’m Tom and you may remember me from school, “all twelve grades actually.” She looked me over and shrugged her shoulders.I got an urge. She feels her own juices flowing now at the thought of him pushing against her and a moan escapes her lips. Now his hands move down her sides and back, squeezing her, working out the tension that is in her muscles until his hands are on her waist. With his hands on her hips he grinds against her. Pushing hard at the clothes between them she tries to get him inside of her through the cloth. Slowly his hands begin to move again, under her shirt, her soft skin caressed by his rough. Kneading her. Her mood changed as she thought of Jacob and Jessica.She whispered, “Merry Christmas Jacob ... Merry Christmas Jessica. I’m sorry you’re not here, but thank you for ... for ... helping me, and helping me become the person who represents you and hopefully continues the Brandt legacy. I promise not to let you down.” Kate reached for a tissue from the box on the nightstand.Drying her eyes she began stroking the big orange cat. He stretched and buzzed louder enjoying the attention. “Merry Christmas.