’ ‘Now, what is your name?’ ‘I once was named Jessica, but now I’m just slave or Bi …’ That’s when I cut her off. ‘No more of that. ...essica huh? Okay, Jessica it is.’ ******* I found Womack’s place a half mile up the street, apologized for being a bit late and asked to see the Jaguar. Jessica stayed in the truck, the engine running to keep her warm. The car was exactly what I wanted – dark green with a tan interior, all the wood and leather in very good shape but with a patina that implied. Have you been able to… forgive him?You’re a good listener, Rehan. You’ll always have an easy time with girls, don’t anyone tell you otherwise. She smiled sadly again.I think I have been. But…Yeah?It might be just be me finding it hard to trust him ever since but I can’t help but feel he’s doing it again.Honestly, I don’t know what to say. This lies a bit beyond even what teenage dramas might be like.She laughed again as she left the wine bottle.As I sat beside her, I couldn’t help but feel that. When I had enough, I told mom I was going to bed now and walked towards mom to give her a hug goodnight. When I leaned down to hug mom I felt my cock push into her chest, I knew she had felt it against her. I leaned up from the hug and my hard cock that was sticking straight out came inches from mom's chin. I quickly retreated to my room not sure what to think about what had just happened. When I reached my room I pulled my throbbing cock out and began to stroke it. The only image that was in. Practice went late because of us preparing for the soon upcoming Homecoming game, so I was ready to relax when I finally got home. A friend dropped me off and I went inside, ignoring the fact that my parents were nowhere to be found. Glancing over at the house that normally was dark at the time of night, it was now lit up and I could see a man and a women walking around the house, no doubt unpacking. I made my way inside my house and back to my room that was in the far right back corner of the.