I put a few drops of lube on my right palm, then gripped him with my left as I put my palm down over the crown and began rubbing circles around the he...d."Oh, I like this, Kara, look, hon, see how she's doing it. This is really good," he moaned as my hand circled over him, pressing my palm down as I moved."Where did you learn that, Kara?" Angie asked me."Oh, there was an exchange student that stayed with us when I was in high school, that's where I learned this." Was he cute?" It was a she, her. She stepped out of the elevator and took a long look in the mirror next to the elevator.The woman who looked back at her definitely looked like a hooker. From the open toed high heeled sandals to the black fishnet stockings that were exposed to mid thigh, to the short, tight black skirt and white tube top that just reached the waistband of the skirt, to the black sequined button less vest that framed the cleavage that the top showed, her clothes screamed lady of the evening. The redder than. Fatigue was starting to catch up to me and bed sounded like the best option.“See ya tomorrow, Andy. Good night!”I crawled into my bed for the rest of the morning. It seemed that only a moment had passed when I heard much commotion on the other side of my canvas walls. Even though I thought it was still early, I decided to get up and get dressed. When my eyes were finally open enough to see my watch I realized it was much later than I had imagined. I exited the rear of my palace and strolled. "I know, Dad. I get it. I'm just going to get my shit together for a couple of months and then get my name out there." Get your shit together? That's just great. Your mother's finding herself and you're 'getting your shit together'. Perfect. Just perfect." Dad, I need a stable address and somewhere I can get steady access to the internet. And, frankly, a bit of a rest. I'll find something, probably in LA. Until then, I'm going to help Mom." Doing what? Stirring mud so she can make statues out.