I will never let her hurt you again.”“I’m not concerned with her hurting me, Bubbles. I’m concerned about me hurting you. I honestly don’t k...ow what I did to Karen, but whatever it was, it turned a sweet girl who I thought cared deeply for me into someone who held me in such contempt that I have never been able to forget it. I would rather walk away from you right now than risk doing the same thing to you. If you know Karen, and you know what I did to her, please tell me.”“In the first place. She closed her eyes, but that just made the image more vivid. Her eyes flew open. She looked at the clock. 10:30. She looked at her door, which stood open to the hallway. She got up to close it."Good night, Mom," she called to her mother."Good night, sweetie," her mother replied without looking up from her laundry.Brianna closed the door and quietly locked it. Then she leaned back against it and looked at the open album on the bed. She tried to make sense of the vivid images in her head.OK. I'm. I used to be able to make him cum just by fingering his ass.”“Really! I had no idea. I had an ex-girlfriend who did it to me a few times, but not like that. That was…a total turn-on.”“Well, I liked making you feel good,” she said. “Now, what do you have for us to masturbate to today?”“Let me see…” I found a photo set of a girl labeled “Britney” – she had C-cup tits that hung low, with big nipples and areolas. She had most of her hair around her vagina trimmed, and a big, fleshy labia stuck out. Burns. I’m trying to think the last I saw you in a skirt and heels for a PTA meeting.” I see you blush a little as you know you’ve made enough comments to your female friends, that I must have heard a few. I giggle as I playfully pinch your ass, “Maybe we should do a little role play some night where I’m Mr. Burns and our son is failing and you’ll do anything to get him a passing grade so he can get a scholarship.” We both laugh at the idea and head over to the school. We get to his classroom.