That's Mrs. Spooner to you, young man. Now get off me or I'll tell my husband you lured me here and raped me. Not until I oh, shit! No, Tommy!" She co...ld tell I was cumming inside her there was nothing she or I could do about it. I had wanted to get her to beg for it like George did to my mom, but I messed up big time. I tried to copy George's act but I didn't yet have the confidence or the technique. I pulled out of her and waited for the shit to hit the fan. Mrs. Spooner sat up she glared at. The days before that no longer matter." "Not even your mother?" she asked. "There is nothing, she, or anyone else, can do to make me stop loving you." "I knew it too," she said, "but I didn't have to go through what you went through. I didn't have to learn to accept my sexuality. I just knew that whatever it took, I had to keep you in my life" "Ok, enough of this. Get your ass out of bed. We have things to do," I said, forcing an end to our mutual love fest. We each had things to do to get. It sounded lame even to her, she was about to elaborate.“Of course, yes, no problem.” Tris said.He followed her in, closing the door behind him. She led him into the lounge.“Drink? My Dad has some Scotch,” Michelle said. “Please, with some ice.”I heard him, though couldn’t see from our hiding place. “There,” Michelle said, sitting with her Alco pop on the sofa, drinking it through a straw. She let her skirt go north. Tris’s eyes were glued to the white patch between her legs, her panties. He. Just the idea of it gave him a headache.“We’d have had to watch Dances with Wolverines,” Clea said shuddering in horror. No one knew just how long that movie was because no one had survived to see the end of it.“There’s nothing worse than a bad story told poorly,” Chom said shaking his head sadly.“I tell you, she’s an evil woman,” Clea said.Chom said, “It wouldn’t have been so bad except she kept insisting that we go along to make sure the torture was being performed correctly.”“We were lucky.