. Mmmmm! . . . .Mmmmm!” came from behind the door while all the time the steady thudding continued as mom hopped up and down trying somehow to relie...e her discomfort.“Come on Stu!, . . . let me in!, . . . I’ve seen it all before! . . . I bathed you enough times when you were a k**!” mom said, whilst still groaning.A few seconds later, the door shuddered again and the handle rattled as mom relentlessly tried to get me to let her into the bathroom.It was then I had a thought, a thought so. ."Just be his best friend for five days, you know? How hard is that? Find out what he wants..."As a replacement birthday present. He was so looking forward to spending five days with me without the phone going off every hour on the hour, so find out what he..."Oh, yeah, very funny, Candy. Well, if that's what he wants, and it's HIS idea, then go ahead, slut. But you have to give me a blow by blow description afterwards. Okay?"Oh yeah? Hah, girl, over my dead body."You will? Great! . “I can have sex with your scared little body right here, right now, in front of my and your own sister, and no one will say a thing.” His voice was so calm and calculating that it was scary. I couldn’t even begin to imagine what Bentlee was feeling.“My finger is inside of you. We have three days left. I can have sex with you every day several times. Over and over and over, my hard penis deep inside your little body. My cum inside you.” Bentlee seemed stuck between emotions. I’m sure she was. He was fucking me right on that yoga carpet when everyone left the class.“You really love to fuck me, don’t you?”, I ask him always, looking at his abdomen moves whenever he fucks me. “I can’t say anything else other than thanking your parents”, he would reply the same answer. Well, if only he knew what’s going to happen if ever he meets my parents. That’s an idea. “My parents would love to meet you one day”, I said to him one night in his bedroom. He lives with his parents. Luckily he has this.