Perhaps a cognitively dissonant combination of both?Lissa's grin widened. "Of course, mom. He can sit across from you, like where I am ... he won't se... anything..."Denise glanced, involuntarily, at her own lap, and across at her daughter. Swallowed, slightly nervously. I thought, after what she'd made me do, standing at the counter in the kitchen, there was some justice to this request of Lissa's. Almost as if Lissa knew, and was assisting. Hmm." ... as long as you're careful, of course," Lissa. She next had me help roll a pair of black thigh top stockings up her legs. The wide lace band reached all the way to her pussy lips. Up on tip toes she again looked at her legs in the mirror. She said the guys are going to love these. I asked , the stockings or the legs? She said both. Then she sat on the bed while I buckled a pair of black four inch hills on her feet. Then lastly the little black dress. It was just long enough to cover her butt cheeks. The neck line was a deep v and her small. Jason didn't have to convince me at all to move here from a state that gets blue cold in the winter months. We are just about finished moving our furniture in the house. I'm relieved our house has plenty of room for all of our furniture. We finally get the furniture in the house and now comes the big fun of putting all of the beds together. This will be an all-day task getting the beds together. Jason walks in the kitchen with a big smile on his face. I smile back at him wondering why is he. "I'm sorry... I'm really sorry. I've never had to do it to anyone before. I didn't realize... I mean I'm really sorry. It's just that you were, ah, and I thought I should, ah, you know take control, and ah," Control? How's this for control?" I hissed. "Get the fuck out of my room! SHIT. It STILL hurts!"She cleaned me up as best she could and replaced my gown. She was right about one thing. My erection had vanished. She worked quickly and turned to exit."I really am sorry," she said. "That's.