Instead of just making the decision about something, she gives me the details and asks me to let her know what I think we should do about it. It build... my confidence and lets us both see that I have good judgement, which gives me more self-confidence. I see her standing aside and letting me take charge.Something that surprised me first happened about two months ago. Mom and I were sitting on the short couch ... what she calls the Love seat ... watching a Netflix movie when she leaned into my. I want to share; you're right about that. I want to share part of your life, and I want you to share part of mine. I don't own you, don't want to. I don't want to be your entire life, like your dad was to your mom. I don't want anyone to be my entire life."Maybe it's selfish, maybe it's hormones, I don't know. I don't think so. It's how I feel. Here." I tapped my heart.Mary knocked on the door; I grinned when Shannon went to open it and talk to her mother. A bigger grin when Shannon turned to. Jean strained against the ropes but they held, cruelly cutting into her wrists and causing her teeth to gnash tightly together to drive back the pain of her tortured muscles. She wanted him deeper. She wanted to pull him deeper into her hot quivering cunt but the bonds held her back."Fuck deeper, Fuck deeper!" she screamed at him in desperation.He grasped her ass cheeks in both hands and drove his cock to the hilt. It was too short!She groaned in frustration, splaying her legs wide out over the. “Haha. You’re blushing. Is that it? No, I guess not. That would be wonderful, though.”“Yeah, just the thought of that can sometimes get me going. It’s just so frustrating that the most interesting male in my life, and by a long shot, is my own Dad. The only person within hailing distance is Brett.”“Not Bradley,” she asked in a faux breathless voice.“You funny, girl,” I responded in a fake Chinese accent. “He’s pretty, but, man, is he a jerk. I wouldn’t want him within three blocks of my naked.