“My work is data entry for a law firm. I sit at a computer most of the day. Going to the gym might not be fun, but I can manage.”“Challenge acce...ted,” I told her. Hanna had trouble managing after our marathon. I’d be willing to bet she’d hobble for days. I actually smiled at the thought of seeing her on a stair-climber tomorrow. “Break’s over,” I said authoritatively. “Back to work, slut. You still have a long way to go if you want that face dripping with girl-cum.”She perked up and crawled. I couldn’t believe what was happening. I pulled my arms around myself, feeling Dylan’s shirt, as if he was right next to me, giving me strength.“Mom, no,” I started with defiance in my voice, “I’m still me, but yes, I’m gay,” I spurted, surprising myself with confidence I didn’t know I had in that moment.“Enough! We’ll talk more later, but for now...”“No!” I shouted, “Fuck this! I’m happy with him! Fuck the neighbours, fuck this town, and fuck you if you can’t accept that!” I’d rarely sworn in. As to what happened out at the farm? We know Mister Harris saw the dumping, so you would have been found and helped as soon as they left, maybe before, but well before they expected you to be found. However, the divine intervention of the lightning strike has really complicated things by killing the two boys and keeping the truck at the farm. Now I’d like to hear your side of the story, but you can skip anything you’ve already given in your official, if incomplete, report. I’m certain you know. He concentrated on her navel while she placed a hand on her boobs, gently rolling a nipple between her fingers. She enjoyed the way his tongue felt against her navel. She knew that he was hinting towards what was going to follow next. He stopped kissing her and started removing her jeans through her legs. They were down on the floor soon and were followed by her panties. It was a huge turn on for her, to see him stripping her so hurriedly. She must have showed it on her face, as when their eyes.