He remembers the ride here, and the feelings he felt when Rory patted his leg, telling him to cheer up and how it won’t be bad. He remembers marveli...g at the house, watching his sister walk to the front door, and observing how nicely her ass shifted under the influence of her gait. He cuts off the car and steps out. Taking a deep breath, he heads for the front door. And that door opens just before he can reach it.“I’m glad you agreed to talk,” Rory says, giving him a shaky smile.Chance nearly. ” is all he says, before turning away. “Please tell me what you're thinking.” She watches his back, seeing it tense up through outline of his blue jacket. His hands dive into his pockets as he stands facing away from her. “I don't know what to think. I need some time." His hand reaches towards the brass door handle. “Are you going to run away again?” She says moving to stand, her question is more of a statement to his ears than a query. His eyes almost glow at her for bringing it up. You know... the ones who are always running around in the swimsuits." John took another bite of his dinner and acted as if he had just stated something that should have been perfectly obvious to his mother... like the world was round or that the sky was blue."Really?!" Janice beamed at being compared to the beauties on the show. She looked down at her self and saw the way her big floppy tits made the tight material of the teeshirt swell out. "Well I guess I have been dressing a little. I had moved in with her at her apartment, we enjoyed each other’s company and had met and got on well with each other’s parents who fully excepted us both as lesbians but like in many relationships the flame started to die down, we began to argue over stupid things like leaving a cup out and we began to consider if our relationship was going anywhere. The sex was fine in are relationship though it became less of a regular thing as we began to argue, it had become boring though I would never.