. I'm your mother, Ritchy!" Lift your dress, Mom," he insisted.Roxie trembled, hands falling slowly from her blushing face. She turned her head to one...side and began to inch her dress up. She felt his eyes, very hot, following the hem as she drew the dress above her knees, then to mid-thigh. She was shaking so badly that her knuckles were white as she gripped the dress, her legs turning weak. She held her dress near her hips."Higher, Mom. Lift it higher... to your waist."With a little sob,. A formidable task it will be, indeed. Doing it alone would have been boring as hell, but I got Princess Di coming along with me. That should spice things up,After we had settled down, with laptops in hand in front of the TV, I suggested she give her brother a call to get his permission to use his account, even if it was after the fact.She used a little girl version of her voice and got it without even breaking a sweat.After working most of the day, with the TV on in the background, Larry called. As a result, I quickly became so turned on that I wanted to beg someone to fuck me ... anyone. I didn’t care. Cory is rapidly turning me into a sex fiend!I think that I now have a better idea than most females about what it feels like to be a horny teenage boy. I’m rapidly acquiring the sexual appetites of one. The only thing I think about when Cory is around is sex. Come to think of it, since I met Cory that’s pretty much all I think about when he isn’t around!As I sat there eating lunch I. Buying low, but short of rock bottom; and selling high, but well before the bubble bursts. Always quits while he’s ahead, satisfied to turn one dollar into eight; when he knows he could be making ten or more by riding the wave. But who cares about the guy who got out at EIGHT, right? Who even notices that he doing that all day, every day? Here an eight, there an eight, everywhere an eight-eight. Not necessarily eight, mind you, but it does add up quickly, doesn’t it? Everyone talks about Midas,.