She told him that even if we weren’t virgins that she thought twelve was still too young to be screwing around. Then she offered him herself.As I wa... bringing my last three poker chips up to the porch I saw Mom bent over holding the railing. Her panties were at her ankles, her skirt had been flipped up onto her lower back, and Mr. Young was giving it to her good.I had retrieved my twelve chips so I started helping Tammy find her last two.When we had found them all Mom was getting it from old. She looked down at my hand in my pocket. "You know, the world won't end if you wear your Fetish."Anger flared through me, but I kept it in check and it died just as quickly. I don't know why I was angry. It could have been with her and her persistence regarding my situation, but I knew that wasn't the case. I was angry with myself. I was angry because I couldn't think of a better solution.I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Then I pulled the Fetish out and slipped it on before I changed. Which means your roommate, Roxanne, doesn't have to pay a dime. And what a roommate she is. A man could come home to worse. You've had plenty of roommates; starting in the cramped dorms at college, to your first rathole apartment, not to mention the first time you moved in with a woman, now your ex. Roxanne is a world apart, though. Funnier than most of your friends and street smart enough to get by so far in life on her own. Cooking like a five star chef and capable of drinking you under the. I was struck by the way his voice resounded commandingly when he said my name, with the way it made desire boil up inside me like no other previous time in my life. Still I did not enter. I waited until a few minutes after he finished, exploding with a soft cry of pleasure, my name on his lips, to enter the room. I served him breakfast as if nothing had happened and life resumed like normal. It was a week later before something actually happened. We rotated weeks for breakfast duty and since.