But he watched me like a hawk. It was like being in high school again. He checked my homework every night, okayed who I went out with, what I wore, an... what time I had to be home. He wouldn't let me get a driver's license and he didn't even give me the code to the security alarm, so I couldn't just leave and come back when I wanted to.aroslav: That sounds pretty harsh.BREE: I got all A's in my classes. I guess in a way I got my confidence back, too. By the end of the year, he was looking at my. I looked at her bewildered, “What?”“Are you deaf? Your mom’s coming up the stairs!” she grinned and stared down at my thick cock still on display.“Shit!” I whispered as I hurriedly pulled up my boxers and trousers. I had just fastened them when Mel said “I think the Franco-Prussian war was... oh, hi Mrs ‘R’, how are you today?” she greeted my mom as she opened the door with her elbow carrying the two requisite cups of coffee.“Not too bad at all, Melanie” she paused to look around the room and. “The girls are both gone to uni. You can stay the night and I’ll work on your psyche.”“You a shrink?” I asked.“Amateur psychologist,” she said with a smile. “You have to be when you have teenagers. Seriously. You need some TLC. I won’t force myself on you.”“Promise?” I joked, a smile of gratitude and relief squeezing onto my face. I was frantically trying to assess whether this was indeed an offer made out of friendship or if she was opening a door. And if I got it wrong, it could be awkward. .. am what you would call me her carer although she is my cousin, her name is Karen, I am Cathy... “ she paused and then with a sigh told him that Karen had been disadvantaged from a very early age, she had gone through the institutions, her parents found her a real burden. She told him that as she was single she had been left a very substantial legacy if she would take care of Karen. She paused. “I just miss being myself, I really can’t go anywhere – I miss going out and just being me, the.