Where'd he take you? Or did you meet him?" "Miss Dip-In-It," Desiree gave an extended eye and neck roll. "He picked me up, and we went to Morton's." ..."Mmm, nice." Keisha waited for the next juicy tidbit that Desiree failed to freely offer. "Okay, are you going to elaborate, or do I have to drag every detail out of you?" "That's it. I wore a little black dress... that's it." "Lies!" "No, that's it." "Lies," Keisha laughed, shook her head, pointed her nose in the air, and sniffed twice.. “I’ve heard so many wonderful things about you.”“oh, thank you” responded my daughter. “I hope that my step-mom didn’t bore you with stories of my younger years.”“Not at all” replied Connie. “Hey, shall we stop for lunch on the way home? I know that you use to like the place near the mall.”“Oh, I’m starved” said my daughter. “I’d love to eat something.”They drove to the restaurant and took a circular booth in rear of the place. In spite of my daughter’s age, the three of them enjoyed a few. I miss staring into your beautiful grey eyes, getting lost for hours just looking at them. I miss how they look back at me, piercing my heart. I miss your nose, as it brushes against mine. I miss your lips, your amazing tasty lips, I miss kissing you. Tasting your sweet breath, with every kiss given or stolen. I miss the words that pass through them every morning and night. I miss your tongue, feeling it as it enters my mouth. Dancing with mine, tasting me, exploring my mouth as we kiss. I miss. “None of your ‘but mom’, Rachel is our neighbor and she needs help.” Chris’ mom said matter-of-factly. Inside Chris thought that he could name a few other stuff Rachel needed but he kept that to himself as he spun around and went back to his room. As Chris walked back into his room he was already hard again at the prospect of being with Rachel alone. “What the fuck?!” he thought to himself, how could he be hard again after only just masturbating. He contemplated jerking off again but something.