“Oh, like you don’t think the same. Your mom has the same sense of humor that you do, Pot. Or, are you Kettle?”“Oh, you’re so funny.”“Um..., was your mom wearing only a t-shirt?”That knocked me back. My mind re-played the mental videotape and I then responded, “Uh, maybe.”“I thought that I saw her butt cheeks poking out briefly as she turned to go.”My mind went racing. I have figured out in recent years that Mom rarely does anything with no purpose, and she is bright, so often has two, or even,. And ... in case he balks, I know his wives,” she said, conspiratorially, while trying to hold back a giggle.“Diana,” Jasmine tried to reason, “I don’t understand...”The Clan Queen pulled the young woman aside, continuing their quiet conversation. “Are you going to marry him?”“Well,” Jasmine returned, blushing, “he hasn’t asked me, and well, he won’t, because he’s extremely self-conscious about being a lifer, and besides, there’s no way we could be married.”“Don’t bet on that,” Diana returned. She sat me down on the bed and took my crutches placing them across the room. She came back and standing in front of my staring face she undid the belt to her raincoat and opened it. I was completely and absolutely speechless for she had nothing on underneath her raincoat but her naked self.I sat there on the bed going “uba, uba, uba” as if there was a short circuit between my brain and speech centers and my cock went from limp to fully engorged is about 3/10’s of a second, springing out. I'm not sorry however that you are handy. I love the taste and feel of you." With that he slid down and mouthed Debra's clitoris. She shuddered, again."While you're in the afterglow of sex, if that's what you call barely controlled violence, I'd like to know, from a professional educator's point of view. I was a psych major before I became an administrator. How and where could a boy your age learn things like that?"Since she seemed to be actually only curious about me, I decided to be.