" I don't even think that's a good idea," I informed him, and found that I was beginning to feel oddly calm again at this point. "I'm just tired of it... Aaron. I never even know what you're thinking and that just makes... everything harder." I stopped walking for a moment and looked at him, unsure if I even wanted to continue this conversation, but compelled to do it, anyway. "Last night you asked if I liked you. This morning when I woke up, I thought I did... but..." No, don't say but," he. She didn't get what she wanted and it only made her try harder."Sluts have bare pussies to get the friction they desire," I told her and it sunk in as I hoped it would. She looked down at me with fire in her eyes; nothing would stop her from getting a big cum in the future."Then I'll get my pussy waxed first thing tomorrow. Ohmigod, I'm soooooo a slut!" she said to herself while she used my body to get herself off. She was now fully captured by the prospect that she could give herself a. I was shocked and I reached for my bath towel on the countertop to cover myself with it.“You scared me. I thought it was your dad. What are you doing here?” I said.“I heard you masturbating, so I knew that dad didn’t fuck you tonight. And I thought you can fuck me tonight.” He said.“We had sex twice already this week. You know the rules; two nights a week. I’m your mother, not your sex partner. Now get out, I need to take a shower.” I said firmly.But then he went close to me while I was still. I just wanted to crawl toward you and bury my face in your pussy." We kissed some more and I kept playing with her little breasts."Why didn't you?" We hadn't given each other any permissions yet." We have now." I got the hint. I ran my hand up her leg and pushed the jersey up above her mound. The Celtics had suddenly become my favorite team in the world. Their jersey would be forever emblazoned in my mind as the one I took off Whitney. I knew she owned jerseys from nearly every professional.