"I'm going to throw up, even if that is fake."I laughed and tossed him the remote. "Change it if you want."He caught the remote and found Logan's Run ...tarting on the Sci-Fi Channel. "The girls at school used to always make fun of my name because of this movie," he said."Yeah, I had my share of bullies in school too," I said. "But they were never girls." Oh, uhm," he stammered, "there were a lot of girls at my school." Lucky you!" I laughed and nudged him in the arm with my elbow.Finishing my. I am now mezmerized by watching him rub the tips of his thick fingers slowly up and down his shaft. I lose myself daydreaming and watching him, that I don't even notice that I have quit reading. He then picks up where I stopped reading, and starts to read the story to me. I love when he reads to me because I like to watch his facial expressions as he is becoming more and more turned on. Just the sight, drives me wild. I am so turned on and my pussy is starting to tingle and beg for attention. I. I sat and watched and hoped that nobody would ask me to dance. Then, Jennie came back over with the guy she had been dancing with and introduced me as her mother. The guy was cute and seemed nice. Then, Jennie, said”, Hey, Tim, why don’t you dance with Mom”. I stammered, “Oh, no thanks”. “Come on, Mom, just one dance. Right, Tim”. “Sure, I’d love to”, Tim said. Thank God it was short song. I didn’t even really know how to dance to this type of music, so I just moved around a. Jenny was worth the bother of the shelling and deveining. I felt in even higher spirits as I walked up to the door of Jenny’s apartment. I had even started to whistle aloud when I knocked on the door.“Come in. The door’s open,” I heard Kim shout, and so, I, of course, came in.In the event that you are wondering, the blow I received to the back of my head didn’t start to hurt until after I woke up.Writing of which, I woke up in one of the kitchen chairs (Jenny’s not mine) in a state resembling.