"You hadthem do everywhere, man! I look like a little kid or something. Itwas just supposed to be a little chest hair, but I let you talk me intolet...ing it snowball into this. When I go back there after it all growsout again, I'm going to be more specific about what they do."Claude paused for a moment. Would it be better to tell him or not?After all is said and done, he did still consider himself a friend toDavid. "It's not all going to grow out again. They're not legallyallowed to call. ..?" I nodded, stopping this painful display. I was gaining nothing from having both of us tortured. I told him I would meet him in his room, to get undressed and wait for me. This year there would be no long breakfast or extended make-believe, I wouldn't be able to handle it. We were cutting straight to the chase.I got dressed slowly in front of the mirror. Even with the surgical alterations I had made to my face, I looked a great deal like my mother. Patricia once said, after seeing photos of. . oh no... uhhh... uhh no... it's cumming... oh no please... no... I'm... uhhh... uhh cumming."Amanda suddenly went limp and I thought she'd fall but she steadied herself on the edge of the shower screen. I pulled my hands out from her breeches and she turned and sat on the side of the bath. She leant forward and held her head in her hands. Through gentle sobs I heard her say," Oh God, what have I done, I'm so..." She began to cry and I felt so sorry for her, this went against everything she. She was rubbing her pussy. First fast and then when she would start to moan loader she would slow it down or stop altogether. There was a a****l smell that mixed with the perfume of the candles that I would learn later to be the smell of her pussy when she was aroused. The smell made my cock start to twitch and jump on it's own as if it were trying to jump off my body and bury itself deep inside her wet hole. Mom would bury her fingers inside her and move them in and out fucking herself. Then.