But her conversation with Linda kept popping up in her mind. Not only wasn't Linda shocked by Carly's phone call story, she was intrigued. Carly thoug...t, "That's just Linda. She's always horny ... and slightly twisted!" Carly laughed to herself. But she wondered about some of the things Linda had said. Do some teen boys really get turned-on by their mothers and jerk-off into their panties? It seemed possible. However, as Carly had reminded Linda, Stephen was 24 and married. He shouldn't, he. I noticed a trace of perfume when we kissed. I knew she wasn’t worried about how she’d taste this time. I knew she’d be clean but I also knew she wouldn’t be nervous about it.“You two have fun,” Becky said to us after a while and headed for the door. “I’ll be back with lunch for you at noon.”“We will, Mom,” Katie replied, moving from me to give her mother a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Becky got a hug from me, too, but the kiss was on the lips and included a passionate dose of tongue play. She. He turned the chair to face the mattress.“There, there. Now we’re all set,” Brin chuckled.“Ok, take off the dress honey,” Kyle whispered in Michelle’s ear.Michelle shook her head violently and began to cry.“If you don’t take off your dress I’m going to get that there boxcutter. Then I’m going to start cutting off little pieces of David until I get bored and then I’m going to cut you out of that dress. Or you can step out of it, fold it neatly, put on top of David’s jacket and it will be nice. "Why not?"I shrugged too, a little giddy and a little crazy. "What the hell?"I sat on a stool in the kitchen while she went and found some scissors.Then she went to work, cutting away all the thickness at the back untilthere wasn't much left. She went over the whole thing, cutting away thecurls that were left from my old perm. It was going to be shorter. Muchshorter.She narrowed her eyes, trying to get it level into a bob running roundjust below my ears, trying to make the fringe as straight as.