5 o’clock has come already and it’s time to go home to make dinner. You can’t be late or he gets mad if dinner is not on time. You get home, put...down your bag, and your first stop is the bathroom. As you’re wiping yourself dry you feel the soft paper run across your clit and the hunger rushes through your body. You fight the urge to touch yourself more. You start making dinner as you try to shove the urges back down and as you fight them you start to feel the depression rise up in you. Dinner. As I walk to the couch, she raises up.? I stroke her on the head and scratch underher chin and she grinds her head into the palm of my hand. I kneel down in front of the couch and she moves closer tome and I give my kitty a kiss on the nose. She is a very spoiled kitty-cat,well groomed and well appointed with her rhinestone collar. As I finish scratching her ears and under the chin, shetries to bite me as I pull my hand away. ?Bad kitty,? I scold her. She responds by rolling onto her back and. " Take your bra off ... show your son your flabby tits." Cathy said.Janice reached behind her and unclasped her bra. She quickly pulled it off her shoulders and dropped it on top of her blouse. She cupped them and held them up as if offering them to her daughter-in-law."Well, I'll be damned. They aren't as flabby as I thought they were." Cathy said.Robert looked at his mother's tits and his breath caught in his throat. Thoughts when he was a teenage boy ran through his mind of the many times he. Marie moved over to an elliptical, and began bounding in place like a whitetail deer. Two men by the heavy bag turned their heads, and I dropped down to a steady jog.For the next six days at least, the only plan I could come up with was to just ignore everything, and paint. That’s it, I told myself, just do the damn thing. Who cares why? Who the cares what the hell he’s really thinking?I did. I frowned. I couldn’t not care. And with a green twinge of jealousy, I thought again of dark and.