"Hi," I said, but practically no sound came. "Hi, Lucy," I repeated, after clearing my throat."Hi, Timmy."Timmy, she was the only person ever to call ...e Timmy. Some people call me Tim, most just Timothy. Hearing that nick again brought me a shiver, a good shiver, of things coming back from the past."It's been a while," I said, for lack of something else to say."Yes. Since..." Yeah, since then."I looked around. She was alone."How are you?" Fine, fine," she said, quickly. "What about you?"I was. I scan the hallway for a sign of my mother but she’s nowhere to be seen - her bedroom door is shut so she must have tired of waiting for me.“Why are you still up?” My voice quivers as I mount the last step and walk towards my bedroom. “I was worried about you. You left the house in that outfit and I didn’t know what to think.”Damien’s eyes are filled with lust and, as much as I want to stand my ground, I can’t. My thong is soaked by his words and his eyes roaming my body doesn’t help. Biting my. .. not a big deal.Of course it doesn't always work that way. One day, a year or so after we got married, she spent the day at the spa. She got the works: massage, manicure, pedicure, hair fixed up, and whatever other secret things women do at these places that men don't really understand. She walked in the door, pleased with herself—and rightfully so. She had a smile on her face; she looked good and she knew it. I walked around her, doing my own admiring."I like, babe! You look great!" I. Actually, it would be pretty hot to see you with that Chinese chick too. She may be a dyke but she’s got a really cute ass.” “I don’t think she’s a real Lesbian, I think she just eats pussy.” I giggled, “You and Tim eat pussy and you’re not Lesbians. I like to get boned by you and Tim, but I think I’d like to eat pussy with Mom.” Ryan’s a pretty horny kid in any circumstances, but I think this talk about Mom was really making him nuts. His dick was swelling up so big inside his pants now I.