Now stop blaming yourself for being what you are and go after Wendy. She needs you..."For a moment, the mother hesitated in mindless turmoil, trying t... sort out her upheaval of moral outlook. The amorality which Preston was propositioning was against everything she'd ever believed in or taught Wendy to revere, and he was wrong... And yet, she had liked seeing her daughter and Preston making love, liked it and became excited by it and had reveled in Clyde's young penis driving hotly up inside. Good times, right? About 2 minutes in I looked up at him. And he was texting someone. Texting. While his fireman went through the car wash. I know, right? That was the last straw. I promptly put my clothes back on and left. I dropped his stuff off at the front door the next day and blocked his number. That was the end of that relationship.While it was my last, this wasn’t the first boyfriend I had that I could have gone to school with. There was one before him and he was a serious asshole.. It was a lot more raucous family meal than I recalled with my parents, I could say that much. We were all naked, for one thing. We soon found that sex intruded on the mind quite a bit, which led to the inevitable.I was soon buried inside Erin’s dripping wet teenage gash, taking her bent over the table in the dining room. My hands played with her wonderful buns and I sniffed as well as stroked her hair more than once as I plowed my sweet, sexy cousin. My cock drove deeper with every stroke,. She exclaimed as she started back downstairs. I started to work and several minutes later I heard other footsteps on the stairs. It was the skinny redhead from the burger place. She had changed into a plain white blouse and a mid-thigh wool skirt that made her look sort of like she was wearing a high school uniform. I wondered what she was going to say this time.“Hi, Carl! Remember me, my name is Cleo.” She exclaimed, looking up at me and grinning broadly. “The rest of the girls and I.