"Do you really need this?"Startled, mom looked at her. Rosy gave her a nasty grin and flapped the medicine wrapper in front of her. Mother's cheeks fl...shed again."Shut up." She cried, got up and went to her room.My sister looked at me winking her eyes. Her eyes were full of mischief."Come on ... Rosy." I whispered to her. "don't tease her." Poor little brother..." She gave me a sympathetic look. "trying to be a motherfucker." Rosy ... Please." I hissed sharply.Her smile got wider. She brought. “You don’t think I can manage such skills, little one?” asked the much shorter angel. “I may not be a slut like you, but I think I have a bit more experience.”For a moment I thought about defending my lover, who matched Helen in mutual affection. And who tended to have far greater interest in intellectual things rather than physical pleasure, to the point that our first encounter, when she had been last in a weird night of me fucking every one of Xo’s angels not my wife, her gentle loving, and. .” “Aunt Cindy, it’s Mike. Hey, sorry for calling so late - I’m driving through and the roads are bad. I just pulled into town and was going to get a room when I remembered what you said...if it's OK” “Of course,” she said. “Head over here. Webb Road, you remember.” She sounded a little drunk. “Hello?.” “Aunt Cindy, it’s Mike. The roads are bad and I’m just outside of GI. I was going to get a room…”“Don’t get a room,” she said. “Head over here. Webb road, you remember.” She sounded a. She replied in a low tone, “Only if you were competent enough,” with hopelessness on her face. Yes, she was married and her husband left for jogging after the conversation. I told her “I’ve stopped masturbating as you had said but it’s quite difficult to resist ma’am.”She had a confused look on her face and asked.She- Don’t you have a girlfriend?Me- No ma’am. I don’t.She- Don’t you have sex with anyone?Me – Obviously not. Well, I gotta leave for some work. How much do I need to pay now?She.