I could feel their erections against my inner thighs and I was feeling uncomfortable with the feelings I was getting. On one hand, it felt good to hav... their lips and fingers on my skin. Their erections against my thigh, which reminded me of how my husband used to poke against pretty much the same area.I kind of felt excited with all those touches. On the other hand, I felt worried that their excitement, with their raging hormones, might get into a problematic stage. I felt that there is. She was fucking Hot! It was strange to me that I never looked at her like this before, I had never thought of her round 32Cs as sexy, I had never thought of her like this but now I couldnt help myself form noticing it. Dinner was good We went to my favorite steak joint. We talked about how Mrs Mitchell was there for her when Dad died and pretty much her whole life. Then she says And Maggie gave your father and I the same thing for our eightteenth birthday that she gave you today. She also told. Not now. Maybe I can in a few years.”“So maybe time apart is a good thing.”“I don’t WANT time apart from her!” I whined.“Mikhail Petrovich, quit whining and act your age! You aren’t five years old. Adult relationships are far more complicated than hanging your smocks on the same hook! And sex complicates them even more!”“But it didn’t with Becky or Emmy!” I protested.“For you, perhaps, though I wouldn’t necessarily agree.” Mom replied. “But what about them?”“Becky told me it was about. - Kva kva, kvakvakva, kvaaaa... – their story was going on. „And I refused Boring Mike for a beer“ – were Jimmy’s thoughts, while he was holding his head in hands. The subject slaped to the prostitution. - It’s terrible, I could never, no, it’s humiliation, horror... – the girls were saying. They are not some cheap sluts. They would never sell their bodies for some change. They need more (money, my guess). Jimmy ended this: - No! You know nothing! Prostitutes are nobel women. They help.