"I felt my face grow hot as her father went on, "Brandy tells us that you are a nice young man and a very considerate lover. That makes Mrs. Whitfield...and I very pleased. We want her to have boyfriends who are considerate and caring and she tells me that you are that kind of a boy."My whole body froze as her mother said, "She also tells us that she would like for you to sometimes spend the night so you two can sleep together and, just so you know, that's fine with us." She also tells us that. "Be nice and I'll be nice." Leave me alone or I'll call the cops."This wasn't how I imagined it would go. I fantasized about her giving in to my demands and I would fuck her sometime soon after.I replied, "No, you won't. You wouldn't want your mom to know about last night." Go fuck yourself!"I thought Brianna wouldn't want her mom to know but apparently she didn't care. There was no point in telling her mom. It wouldn't get what I wanted. My plan wasn't happening."Bye." I signed off.I lay on my. I guess I took a chance that he might have given me the strap across my bare bottom and ordered me never to mention the subject again. But instead he gave in and showed me how to use my hands to give him what he called "the most exquisite delight." The first time, when he finished - spending or cumming, he called it - his creamy emission splattered all over my nightie and I had to work hard scrubbing it to get it clean the next day. So after that, I always took off my night dress and got in bed. As she works part time she wasnt due to return to work yet. Her husband had returned to work, so she called me round once he left. When she was away, we were sending eachother dirty text messsges, Camille said she couldnt wait to get back as she missed my warm spunk in her pussy.I made my way round to her house and she let me in. Camille greeted me with a prolonged kiss and a hug, I could feel myself getting hard at this point. I didnt have time to settle down when Camille, took my hand and led.