Her mother was concerned about her. She was always on the couch watching sappy love stories while eating pints of ice cream.Her mother was going to a...dress issues with her daughter when she got home from her job. She wanted to let her know that she didn’t need a love interest to have a good sex life. She was going to show her ways to make herself happy again.*Ann, Madison’s mother, was crocheting and watching chick flicks. She was drinking wine while waiting for her daughter to come home. The girls in school are mostly teases and even my teachers are no help. My geometry teacher Miss Phelps is always wearing nylons and garter belts..". The conversation went on like that for 45 minutes that seemed like hours. She asked me how many times I masturbated a day (usually three), what I thought of (you, mom, hoping without luck that my direct approach would end the conversation). Do I ever eat my own cum (sometimes, but it would be more fun doing that with a girl). What girls. I then retreated back into the living room and looked at how its wall would be the boundary for the side of the closet opposite of that. Finally, I poked my head out the window to confirm that the outside wall of the building was unbroken. There was for sure room enough for a small closet, but... I opened the closet door wide. After the three feet of width and depth that would have been expected for the dimensions I had just eyeballed, the space opened wide into what seemed to be a laboratory,. It's not even bleeding all that much." Then can I have my shirt and jacket back? It's really fucking cold sitting here in just a sports bra." Yeah, I guess so," Finn said sheepishly. He found a roll of gauze and a bandage in the Go Bag and applied them to her arm. As Liv was putting her clothes back on, Finn noticed movement in the rear-facing camera. He punched the screen and zoomed in. A snowmobile was heading their way, spewing a rooster tail of snow behind it."Here we go again. You shoot,.