And just like in a scene I was at partly naked, my bare tits kind of staring up at him and my whole upper body aglow from the sweat and my girlhood ag...ow from the feeling of wanting it in me and my bellybutton now pooling a drop of sweat and I would have killed to have been able to put my hand in my pants and I knew my panties were wet by now and I could smell sex and I bet he could too and I rolled my hips up and down and I could feel it coming and then, and then...He asked me to stand up.. " Then I blushed, remembering this was my mom I was walking to and that kind of topic was way over the line. Then again, this entire conversation had been way over the line already.Mom shook her head and chuckled. "I'm afraid it's much more than that. You see, when feed from a man for the first time...you imprint on him. Or more specifically, you imprint on his specific sexual fantasies and ideal woman. This becomes a core part of your very identity for the rest of your life. After this, you. You were pretending that what we were doing was spontaneous and natural, when all the time it was a part of Diana’s plot.“And now I’m supposed to go home and take Sasha and marry her according to one of you. Tell me how long were we supposed to be married before she cheated on me? Diana, was that a part of your plot?”Sasha tried to run out the door, but I jumped over and stopped her and blocked the door.“Nobody is walking out on this. Not me, not any of you. Diana had a great plot. She brought. It has been a long week without you! The bed is so big and cold when you aren't there to cuddle up to and I relish the closeness now. You order a drink for yourself and another Pimms for me, and I realise that the barman is back. I hadn't noticed his arrival. I open my eyes but don’t look up. I know where he will be looking. Your hands and fingers continue to manipulate me, Your hands no longer go from shoulder to elbow but are brushing over my nipples now more obviously, barely moving up my.