"Nibbling her lower lip as she puts her key in the lock, she answers, "Me neither." The question rushes past her lips before she can stop to question ...erself. "Does it have to be over? I mean, I wouldn't want your brother to... That is..."He smiles at her. Grins at the way she rambles on. "Are you inviting me in?" Well, not for..." she scratches her forehead, wishing she was better at this. Better at talking to men. "Not that you aren't..." Her eyes slam shut and she blushes furiously. Trying. Cramps. Bringing you some Thai. Eating soup together on the futon while watching a documentary. And you burped too, a really good, loud one. Served us right for eating on the futon and not sitting up properly at the table – you took in too much air while eating. Keeping it real, you said. I agree. But that is so not ordinary. Not after two weeks. No, it wasn’t the keeping it real part. It wasn’t even the part where you sang for me – I can still hear you say “people pay me good money for that”. She had more orgasms than we could keep count of. She was a gushing wet creamy stretched hot mess.I still remember seeing her asleep next to me that morning. Her ass was dripping, leaking my cum down her ass cheek onto the bed, creating a huge wet spot. So fucking hot. Wake up was fun. A joint, coffee, a line of face numbing coke and her eating my dick and cum for breakfast. I could write a lot of stories about the five months Valerie and I partied and fucked. Such great memories.#3, Jamie. A. " You sure about that, Mom?" Yes, why?" Well, it sounded like a questionable no." What is a questionable no?" Mom asks, with what might be a bit of worry. Like all of a sudden, a NO is not a full no?"Sounds like you have something on your mind, that's all." No I'm good, Jeff, I think you're watching too much Columbo." Could be Mom, little mannerisms, a slight change in voice. He picks up on all that."So, Jeff, what do you think of Gerty?"Frankly I have been thinking about her since I met her.".