“Er. you don’t have to do this, Sam. I don’t want to make it difficult for you.”I chuckle. “I think you’re forgetting who I am, Mico.”�...Oh fine. Thanks so much.”I kept asking to do his work for him, not realizing it was encouraging a feeling of expectation. I told myself that if I kept this up, I might just be able to woo and win him. After two full semesters of this “charity” work, my tongue finally slipped.“Hey, Mico. Here’s that report on Costa Rica you needed.”“Thanks a lot, Sam. I really. But keeping the vehicle on course soon became difficult when she asked me to slide a finger into her. Thankfully, I had always been good at multitasking and I was able to keep my eyes on the road while my index finger was forced in and out of the beautiful hitchhikers soaking-wet pussy. Youre so wet, I gasped. She giggled like a schoolgirl. Thanks. She released a few moans. Do you mind adding another finger? Moments later, two of my fingers were darting in and out of her tight slit, making me. HE CARRIED SOME RECORD ALBUMS WITH HIM."THESE ARE THE ALBUMS YOU LOANED TO JIM RYDER. HE ASKED ME TO BRING THEMBACK TO YOU. HE TAPED THEM AND SAID 'THANKS". "TODD, CAN I TALK TO YOU FOR A FEW MINUTES?" "SURE, BRIAN. YOU CAN TALK TO ME ABOUT ANYTHING." BRIAN PAUSED THEN SAID,"THIS IS CONFIDENTIAL. I NEVER WANT MOM OR DAD TOFIND OUT ABOUT THIS, TODD." "HEY! I'M YOUR brother. I'D NEVER REPEAT ANYTHING YOU EVER TOLD ME,BRIAN." "OKAY, WELL...EERRR...HAVE YOU EVER MESSED AROUND WITH A GUY?" TODD. ” you say, realizing your advantage here.“Which is?” the woman prompts.“You’re his mother, right?” you check.“Yeah.” the woman says.“I’ve been bullying your son all year. He hates me now, right?” you mock, and Charlie sobs harder.“Oh. Baby. It’s ok. Mommy’s going to fix this.” she says, and bites her lip.“You’re going to obey me for three weeks. Whatever I say, you do. In exchange, I’ll stop bullying your precious son.” you smirk.“Deal.” Charlie’s mom says, her eyes softening as she looks at.