I could get a new boyfriend easy, an older one I was thinking. Greg was just sixteen and in tenth grade, my first real boyfriend, but there were other...guys. Like a senior maybe, some of those guys, they liked me. I just couldn't be acting fifteen all the time, that was thing, so I was in kind of a hurry to grow up and I knew it. I hated being fifteen! Even more than I'd hated it when I was fourteen. It was like I was still a little kid and my mom was the worst!She was acting all weird anyway. I decided I needed to show mum just how I was going to help her.I went into the kitchen and saw she was mopping the floor, some of our juices must have dripped down.I moved behind her and grabbed her by the waist. Mum squealed in surprise as I lifted her up and moved her away from the slippery floor. I moved her around in my arms till she was cradled. She looked up at me and frowned."This is not helping." Sure it is. I'm going to help clean you out."I carefully knelt down and keeping a firm. With that her left hand grabs the other pillow as she wobbles from Brunos thrusts and puts it in front of her then grabs my leg and starts to pull.Ok i say to my self i would enjoy another pussy licking first i fold the pillow in half to raise my pussy closer to Jeans face and lay back to enjoy what is about to happen.I open my legs so they are out side her arms and raise my ass to rest on the highest part of the pillow i can see her face she is having the time of her life her eyes are closed. " But I don't want to be a woman - I'm very happy being a man!" I called out but too late for she was already moving towards the bar. Glancing at the men still eyeing me up, I hurried after her and stayed close by her until she got served. I then found Mistress Angel handing me a glass full of reddish fizzy liquid with ice cubes tinkling in it.I looked at her quizzically. "Red Martini and Lemonade," she mouthed at me. Being a beer man myself who'd never touched anything so effeminate as.