This was so intense. It hurt so much. “I won’t do it where you only get to watch.”“Because she’ll let you join in,” purred Jolene.SMACK!�...Yes!” Mom hissed. “You should have invited me to join in!”SMACK!“Your mother hasn’t had a dick in years, and that is such a beautiful cock. A shemale cock.”“Futa-cock,” Jolene said. “I have a pussy. I’m a girl with a dick.”“A gorgeous dick!” Mom snarled.SMACK!I bucked hard. Tears sprang from my eyes. “I’m sorry, Mommy! I’ll share. I’ll share futa-cocks with. Do you like dogs or cats? Favorite ice cream flavor? Early bird or night owl? And last, but not least, what are you wearing right now?No, really. That’s not a joke. What are you wearing? Please say a lace thong and a hockey jersey, because that’s so hot. I’m hard just thinking about it ... and you.StrangerI couldn’t help but smile. I loved every word of it. I clicked to his second email and my smile died.Tess, are you okay? Some of the guys were talking at practice about what Finn did to you. Finally he said we're going to finish our life saving exercise. He said we're going to swim down and find weights he put in last night. We jumped in the dove down. After we found the weights he said to tred water. A couple of the boys were close to each other and giggling. When we got out the two boys that were together had a tent growing in their suits and had to cover up. The assistant scout master schooled us on the evils of playing with ourselves. We changed back into our uniforms and. She finished her meal quickly and collected one more drink. She took it to a seat closer to the performers. She knew them well. Zeb had often played the guitar as well as the mandolin with them. She had loved listening to him, she thought he was brilliant. She had occasionally done some singing with him, too. It seemed long ago. It was long ago, actually. His mandolin lay collecting dust on top of a bookcase in the study. She shook off her reminiscences and addressed herself to the music again..