It wasn’t the first time I was selfish, either, I realized. I wanted what I wanted, and I wanted it when I wanted it and how I wanted it.Shit! I was...just like my mom in that way. Jennifer had pointed out that I had been conditioned by her to be the way I was — needing approval from others, needing to be controlled, and being selfish. Now that I had recognized it, I could start to deal with it. It reminded me of the process that Doctor Mercer had used to draw me out of my depression over Birgit.. “Samantha made me promise to spend the next two nights with her so she can teach me ‘how to be a kid’ as she put it.”“Samantha is good at that. You remember how Katherine was slow, sensual and controlled. Samantha is more boisterous and playful. I think you’ll have a lot of fun with her if you just go along with it. However, we’re never going to get to that if we don’t finish our run.”She smiled at me, then took off like the gazelle she was. I laughed as I took off after her. The little break. As I glanced over at him I noticed his cock was getting harder inside his jeans. He reached over picking up the vibrator as he then placed it over on my panty-covered slit as my hips buckled upward. He leaned down kissing me as I moaned feeling my toes curl as I inched closer to an orgasm. He must have felt that coming on too, because he jumped as he quickly stopped kissing me and removed the vibrator from my covered slit quickly. He then said, "Oh did you want me to do this?" This had turned. " You've got no right to speak to me like that! I want my mommy!"Beckie began to cry, but David ignored her. He had been expecting this at some point and he knew she would get over it. Once she realised there was no going back she would adjust well enough.Adam's temper had flared when he and Thomas scrambled down the mountainside and came across the spot where Sally was normally tethered. The hoof marks and the rubbing on the nearby tree were clues, as was the horsehair still snagged on the.