..” I finally said, “I know what you want ... and I have to admit, I want it, too ... I know it’s wrong, and you know it’s wrong ... we just c...n’t, honey ... it has to end here ... I’ve already let it get out of hand, and I’m sorry...”“Mom,” he interrupted, “don’t. Don’t say that, and don’t feel that. It was beautiful, you have to admit. You feel it, too. I know you do. Don’t worry about what society thinks is right or wrong ... trust your feelings. Trust me.”I sighed, and cried some more. Once. Your face, your name, and your slutty behaviour have been seen by millions of people, and none of them will ever be able to think of lesbians again without picturing you feeding your girlfriend piss or jogging with weights hanging from your exposed tits. Millions of men are masturbating to the thought of raping a lesbian just like you, and willing to actively participate in making that a reality - or at least staying silent as others do.You can rub your pussy tonight as you think of the fact. ’ I loved that he appreciated the difference between Brooke’s implants and my natural development. That was very ‘special.’ And I must admit that I did so much want him to see me nude and to appreciate all that, as he said, had been hidden, but this would be impossible to do. I just could not do this final thing. Clint seemed to sense this, and taking a small penknife from his desk, he walked over and expertly slit the sides of my panties and let them fall to the floor. I was now, finally,. I lagged a bit until I could whisper privately to Wendy. "Are you sure?" She nodded. I smiled and told her quietly, "Enjoy yourself. I'm sure you will with him."She looked concerned until she saw me smiling. She dug me in the ribs and retorted, "I'm sure you'll enjoy her." I hope we both have fun," I said. I hugged her quickly and told her, "I love you, and only you." I love you."We broke the hug and hurried to follow. Jessica had disappeared but Chris was holding the door for us. Their room.