Now I just had to decide on which bananas were the right ones, as I picked up a bunch that were a little green."You don't want to do that," as I heard...a voice over my shoulder.I spun around to see who said that and standing there was this older man that was very handsome and tall. He looked a little under six feet with dark, wavy hair. As my eyes widened in shock, I felt my knees get weak and a few seconds later, I felt my throat tightening.For him, he didn't notice I was speechless, as he was. I’ll let you wear that bra and thong ... then I’ll dump you on the street. Let’s see how long you last then!”Her mouth was open in astonishment.‘You’d do that? ... To your own mother?”“Damn straight. Now are you going to say yes, or do I start by getting the belt?”“Kyle ... PLEASE!”“Shut up and decide, Mother!”They both knew what her answer would be, but for different reasons. Kyle assumed that the threat of a severe whipping and being literally thrown into the street penniless would get him. Due to the rain, I can’t go to her home easily with my guitar.She invited me but the most disappointing thing is that she is in her work uniform. Then her mom came to her room and said that she is going to wash the dress in the machine. If she gives her work dress she will wash it for her. She asked me to wait for a while.She took a dress from the nearby drawer and went to her bathroom. The devil in my mind is now activated. I thought about spying in her bathroom. But there are no holes and her. .. purely for academic reasons you understand. And yes I have a fixation.I do keep a diary, more a journal of her juvenile growth spur ... no mustn’t say spurts, fuck! Said it. Summer bikinis at family BBQs, trips to the seaside, just lounging about in gardens during our many gatherings, fired my journalistic non-skills accompanied by numerous photos and videos of her, some she and Cath knew about, some not. When I look back and jerk off, there’s a lot more photos and videos than text.Outside.