..knowing it made me cum couples of times dreaming of getting fuck this dream not implying weird kingdoms and fairytaleno for most of it i was home pl...ying video gameon my bed like i was home so often doing my stuff until my door in the loby open my mom walking in with a La senza bag smilling ''where is my little princess?''''oh there you are baby mommy got you such a cute outfit ''''wait what you talking about?''''oh baby we talked about this we wont go over it all''''come here lets try it , i. "Why don't we make this thing into an affair?" I allowed the words to sink in. I hoped she would respect me for asking straight out.She sighed softly, but she certainly didn't look angry. She said simply, "Ahhh," and she turned to me and looked me rather solemnly in the face. Well, at least she didn't ask me to leave."Hear me out," I said calmly. She listened. "I was thinking, what difference does it make anyway?" I spread my hands wide. "I mean, after what we've already done? I enjoy you, to. She pulled the top the rest of the way down and said, "What?" "The bra stays here."She looked around and not seeing anyone in the immediate area lifted the top back up, spun her bra around, unclasped it, tossed it in her car and put the top back on."That's better. Today and tomorrow you're my biker babe!"She gave me a hug and said, "You'd better believe it! Ok now, what do I need to know about riding?" Not much, just leave the driving to me. In other words don't try to help lean the bike for a. Dave sat on the bed removing his shoes and reminisced; a sunny day with a clear blue sky, Demi Moore skipping around the lawn in a schoolgirl uniform. Everyone thought that Trish looked like Demi Moore. Even strangers had made the comment when meeting her for the first time. But he thought she was more natural-looking than Demi Moore; she had an inner glow and innocence that stopped people dead in their tracks.Dave’s mouth dropped open, and he almost fell face down in the dirt when he saw.