"I've got tickets to Little Shop of Horrors." There was a local playhouse in town, and while they were far from Broadway quality, they were not too ba.... I was looking forward to seeing the show.She took my arm and led me to her car, where she opened the door and let me in. It was clear who would be in charge of this date. We went to the show first, and I really liked it. It was campy and goofy, but fun! Cynthia held my hand at the scary parts, and at other parts she rested her hand on my knee,. Had it not been for the wine and long drive...it would have been impossible. Eventually the nervousness went away and found myself deep in sleep. It must have been around midnight that I found myself waking up to my mother still d****d over me. Her soft body was driving me crazy and it wasn't long before I found my young virgin shaft swelling within the confines of what little I wore. I could hear her slow heavy breathing and I found myself sliding my hand across her thigh. I was 16 and. A rolled bullwhip was clipped at one hip. A black purse hungfrom a long strap over her shoulder, resting against her other hip.Ivy's jaw dropped at the sight. The girls features looked familiar, butthe girlish glee that usually played over her roommates face was replacedby a seductive expression that made her look older, more experienced."Rachel??" she asked incredulously. The girl's lips turned up at onecorner. She walked over to stand mere inches away from Ivy. Ivy felt shecould write a poem. What got to her the most was when he would tell her to just do her thing and not type, whilst her watches her on web cam and whisper-fuck her with his words on her speakerphone. The final straw was when he started to read her erotic poems, which usually led to her masturbating. Eventually she just had to find out what kind of lover he would make in real time. A man who can give a sister multiple orgasms without actually touching her has to be kick-ass great in bed, ‘Dayum!’ It was just too.