Calling the moving company, then the storage place I get the ball in motion. In the end I decide to send more of my stuff to Goodwill than I would hav... thought. Come Thursday night the apartment is empty.I sleep on the carpeted floor in my old bedroom. I lay awake long into the night with fear and uncertainty my best friends. The rental of the storage place will eat up my funds in about a year. After that I will have to stop what I’m doing or lose everything to auction. Looking over in the dark. "You don't mean it."I shook my head. "I do mean it. I have since I started going to Hollywood Arts." I paused. "That's why I try so hard to be your friend. It hurt when you showed up at my house crying when you and Beck broke up. But I knew I had to help you get him back because it was what you wanted. That day we went to the beach and got stuck in Beck's RV, I couldn't stop thinking about how hot you looked. When we went to that fancy restaurant and I asked you for your dress. You were. I had to get Mom alone some other way.My thoughts turned toward tonight. Tonight I would braid Mom’s hair. I could imagine her in the bathroom, braiding together strands of hair while I watched her in the mirror, proudly showing me her tits, arching her back to tighten her tummy and lift her nipples high, pushing her bare ass against my cock, embedding it the crack of her ass.WHOAAA! Jesus! I scrambled to get the car straight, hands flailing on the wheel. This way, back ... over correcting .... “Why huh?” Ted chuckled, “Oh feel free to grab a hold and give her face a good pumping, I’m pretty sure she likes it… or at least she’s learning to.”Ted looked on approvingly as John began to lean into his BJ, curling his fingers into the girls chestnut brown hair and pumping lightly, her tits swinging back and forth in time with his thrusts “Katie was a worthless bitch of a daughter, she was good for nothing but making men hard and leaving them hanging.”“But this is Floppy!” He continued, the.