She talked to me and read to me if she was home at bedtime, but that was only a few days a week.I never really thought about how much of a job it was ...o be a mother. And my mother had worked hard at it. Because she cared about me. That thought really, like, got to me. Okay, I guess sometimes she got impatient with me, and sometimes she was probably just pissed off at her life – the rest of her life – and she'd yell at me or whatever. But thinking back, most of the time she treated me like I was. You asked meif really wanted to cum, and I told you yes. ??? You walked me overto the far end of the wall and had me stand facing the wall. I was looking intothe eyes of the man, whose hard cock was sticking through the hole in the wall.You had made sure to have me close enough to the wall so that my hard cock andhis hard cock were touching as I looked at him. ???? As I stoodlooking into his eyes, you told me each of the men behind the wall had beenasked by you not to cum for the past week.. .I really want a pair.”“I understand. We can get some this weekend once I see your grades.”“Yes,” rooted Jeramiah.“Thanks, ma,” Coree exclaimed.“Now,” Rochelle thought. “If I walk into your rooms and bathroom, will i be pleased or displeased.”“”Give us a thirty, ma. And, you’ll be pleased,” Coree negotiated.“We’ll see,” she agreed reluctantly. “I’m gonna start dinner.”The boys scurried off to their cleaning. Rochelle pulled out the frozen beef merlot skillet meal she’d ordered from Schwan’s. ” I leaned forward and got on my hands. My miniskirt flew up, giving Bobby a clear view of my ass. Bobby grabbed onto my feet and held onto them. He held his breath as I did my handstand. I could tell that he was looking up my skirt and staring at my goodies. At that moment, I wanted my stepbrother to go down on me right there. I wanted him to rip apart my cheerleader bloomers and feast on my moist pussy. Then I wanted him to stick that cock in me, fuck me hard, and fill my pussy up with.