“I thought your father had come home for some reason.”“Sorry,” Moe muttered. “I guess we should go,” she said to Joe.“Moira!” her moth...r shouted. “Who is this boy driving your father’s car!”“My boyfriend!” Moira yelled back.He decided to walk up to this woman. Show some maturity. “Joe Solomon, Mrs. Johansson.” He lifted his hand to shake hers. “I love your daughter.”Her expression shifted. She accepted his offer. “Oh my. You’re a tall one.” She took another inventory. White button down shirt.. I had a feeling he was trying to say something profound, but did not quite know how to get to the point. Besides, I thought, confusing for him? Did he think I was just floating on a stream, carelessly going along wherever it took me? Confusion was just the teaser. Mental pandemonium would be a better expression. “I have a sense this will require a change of environment.” He seemed to catch my somewhat annoyed expression. Minutes later we were walking towards his apartment. I wanted to place. “But, Sis,” he squabbled, “You saw it last week, remember, when you walked in on me in the bathroom?”I smiled at him and sat on his bed, “Yeah, Bro, I remember. I saw you playing with it last week when you were sniffing my panties.” I told him, “I saw you cum in a cup. You do remember the cup, don’t you?”He looked at me holding the cup up at him. A look of embarrassment on his face but he stood his ground. “So what?” He spat, “You play with yourself too. I saw you once.”I squirmed on his bed. She looked around the room. She had never been inside a motel room before. It was neat! The two beds looked so big! She unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off. She walked over and peered into the tiny bathroom. It smelled so ... sterile! She undid her skirt and stepped out of it, tossed it onto one of the beds. She opened and closed all the desk drawers, and squealed with delight when she pulled out a postcard with a picture of the motel on it. She carefully laid it on top of her discarded.