I want your Mom to teach me to live, love and enjoy each hour of each day ... I hope I don’t spoil all of this for you, when I tell you - I could ve...y easily learn to love your Mom as much as you and Rachel already love her.”“Then love her like that, and never look back. I’ll love you even more, for it, and so will Rachel. Mom is our life! We go to school because it’s expected of us. We love our Mom because she loves us more than life itself.”“I want to be loved that much. Tell me how I can. ”“But I have demonstrated while telling you that I envision where I want to go and just ... push like this,” she said as she disappeared with an accompanying sound of air slapping back into the space that she had just vacated. A second later, she popped back and was now sitting on the couch trying to look innocent.Jeff stared at her, took a sip of his coffee and slumped down beside her, almost spilling his coffee again. “What did you want other than to scare the crap out of me — again?”“I’m not. “You are driving me fucking crazy,” I said kissing her and slowly rubbing her slit which was wet as ever. She broke off and started to slowly work my pants off, down my hips, when it finally sprung free of my pants. She just stared at it for a little, entranced by the purple head and the veins running through it. “Wow,” she said starting to stroke it slowly, “I wasn’t expecting this,” I was a little insulted and as I was about to open my mouth to take a playful jab at her I was shut up by her. "Amy gave me a congratulatory pat on the back. "Bet you guys had all kinds of fun in that shower. What'd you do?" We kissed." And what else?"I frowned at her. "And we got clean. We kissed and we got clean."Amy recoiled from me, surprised and intrigued by this development. I didn't understand what the big deal was and I told her as much."You just kissed? That was all? You guys were in there for like five days. You didn't go down on each other, or give each other hand jobs, or anything? Were you.