I carried my laundry basket to my room and started putting my thingsaway. I didn't realize that I'd not seen any of my underwear in with mythings. Tha...'s what I mean about Mother noticing things that I wouldn'thave recognized. Anyway, I went out into the garden to work again,planning on coming in again when I heard the dryer timer go off again. Iknew Mother was home, but she'd been hiding in her room all morning and Idon't like to bother her. She works hard during the week and I'm sure. ”“MOM! Stop it — you know Claire has started calling me that too. There’s nobody to blame, except you for that ... you know,” I chuckled.We got in the car and started the drive to the McArthurs.“Get over yourself, Charles ... we’re just teasing. When you kissed Claire on Letterman, last year, oh ... you remember all those letters you got from young girls.”“Well, I got letters from their mothers, telling me how inappropriate it was for my thirteen-year-old son to be kissing a girl at all, much. Reaching around I felt the firm flat mounds of flat muscularbutt cheeks. They felt so tight and hard in her tighty-whities. Thethought of teasingly rubbing my cock along her crack through her men'sunderwear had me starting to dribble pre-cum from my cock. As if shecould sense the teasing I was thinking of, she grabbed my cock andsqueezed, then rubbed the tip along the seam of the fly of her briefs.She then dropped to her knees. At first I thought she was going to orallypleasure me, but she soon. "Did I just dream that she did all that?", She asked herself.She tried to touch her mons veneris, remembering that she'd been shaved. To her surprise, she couldn't move her hands; they were tied to rails that she noticed had been added to the bed. She tried moving her feet; they were secured as well."I can assure you, Tonya," the Doctor said, startling her, "that Nancy did everything that you remember her doing." YOU!!!", Tonya shouted, "You set me up for this, didn't you?" She struggled.