“…am I not allowed to dislike things?”“Huh?” The question took me aback.“Am I, like, allowed to see things coming, feel… feel threatened... and just use what I have to try to keep things okay?”“So what, you thought if I liked Morgan, we wouldn’t be able to keep studying? Or keep ‘studying?’” I used my hands for air-quotes with the last word, displaying a joking smile.“It’s not funny.”My expression soured. “I’m trying to make jokes after hearing you basically manipulate your friends and their. " I cooed."I'm not that easy." I stood up and tucked the blanket around him. Ileaned over, making a point to put my hand right on his crotch as I didand whispered in his ear. "Sleep tight!" I gave him a quick peck on thecheek and walked down the hall, closing the bedroom door. I made a pointto lock it just in case he got any wrong ideas in his head. I rehung my robe back on the door and eased between the covers. Pullingmy hair away from my face, I snuggled down on the pillow. A low femininesigh. You’ll find that I am quite the kind benefactor as long as you obey me. Go to your front door and look for a package.”She shot up. Had he been here? Had he come to her house? Mom was in the backyard doing some gardening so she dashed to the front door, leaving her pen to slowly roll of the table on onto the floor. Eyes darting around the porch, she saw nothing.“Mom?” she called out, jogging to the back, “Mom? Did I get a package in the mail today?”The beautiful woman with a soft kind smile and. I didn't hesitate. I immediately shoved my hard dick through the hole. He grabbed it with his warm hand and started stroking me just as hard as I'd been stroking myself just moments before. I though I was going to explode right then and there, but I was able to hold off. I wanted it to last. I wanted to feel this strange man’s hand stroking my cock, working to make me cum. As I was adjusting to his hand and pumping my hips in unison with his strokes, he stopped at the base of the hole and held.