Dumping my sparse bag on my desk, I was by her in a flash. For two whole years we had been friends. So very comfortable with the separated nearness fr...m each other. And now, for the last few weeks, the distance was indistinguishable. Nineteen years old and we had both crossed bases. No words were spoken. The seconds whisked away in a rush, yet there seemed to be no change in anything. We were frozen in every second spent. There was a slight tremble in her fingers as mine reached for them. An. ?Got her,? was all Janet needed to say.?Fuck hot,? was his reply.On the big university campus, it was lonely for many of the freshmen the first few months of their college experience. It was not uncommon to connect with people you knew in high school and so it was that Janet and James hung out for most of September and October in their first year. One Friday night, James invited Janet to Hollywood, ?just to see a movie.? They did in fact see a flick at the El Capitan, but then James guided. That was my only concern. I badly wanted to masturbate. But I automatically think about having sex with my mom whenever I start. I really didn’t want to masturbate thinking that. But I couldn’t control my urges either. So I went out. She was in the kitchen with the same t-shirt.It was long enough to cover her butt. I wanted to spank her ass. The view was more than enough to make me hard. She was preparing lemonade in the kitchen.“Mom,” I called her. She turned back and answered, “Yes?” and. You reach for the conditioner and squeeze a glob into the palm of your hand. As you begin to massage it into your scalp you imagine that it is their loving hands, slowly running their fingers through your hair, tugging your hair gently. You take your loofa and put some soap on it. Scrubbing yourself clean, you imagine that it is them. They take the loofa and apply enough pressure to clean you, but still gentle enough to be pleasurable. Scrubbing you gently, making thick suds run down your body..