"I don't know. I can't even talk to her to find out," I said sullenly. "I guess it probably wouldn't be a good idea to start seeing her as a friend an...ways now that I am in another relationship." I wouldn't be jealous of her at all," said Sarah. "I think you need her back in your life. She makes you complete. I think I would like this girl a lot if she likes you so much." But there is now going to be sexual tension between the two of us if we do get back together," I said."You two probably need. Something different and something that i want to try. Please leave comments, i would like to know what everyone thinks. Intro: This is a story of a mother and her son, and the mother is a little person. Chapter 1: The sun began to rise and Jericho felt the warmth on his face, he sighed, all he wanted was sleep. Being 15 years old and horny all the time, he basically cared about sleep and masturbation. Jericho was still a virgin, but not for lack of trying, apparently all the girls liked him. "No seams, either," she continued. "so I can wear them when I'm dancing, too."She ran her hand across the front for emphasis. I nodded, giddy while staring at my step-daughter in her underwear."Don't they look good on me?" she asked.She twirled with her hands high then stuck her slender rump out at me and wiggled it. They formed perfectly to her fit dancer's body like she was an underwear model. I nodded numbly, unable to form words.She looked back over her shoulder, still bent over. "You can. .. long, reassuring stares into each other's eyes as kisses ripened into bountiful feasts of one anther's most intimate hopes. Her soft, golden hips coming to rest above my head as my fingers grip her thighs. There truly is something to be said about a woman loving another. An unspoken trust, a mutual loyalty that only two females can experience. A man can give us a thrill, yet a woman gives us the much-needed finesse. It's a recipe that only two women can truly know and comprehend. And Sandra.