How would you feel about that, Pet?”“I’d like that,” she replies, the immediacy belying the uncertainty of her voice.“You can touch yourself...if you like,” I say, pleased when her hand emerges and slides towards the spot between her thighs. “That’s it, Pet. Touch yourself while I sit here and imagine how heavenly it would be to stroke your thighs while I’m tasting you. I want to slide my tongue all over, tease your luscious pussy, slide my tongue inside you, slide it over your little nub.”Her. I’m currently a 26 year old teacher and as a career it is fulfilling, rewarding, and enjoyable but it doesn’t compare fun wise to my previous position. I have moved on as circumstances dictated and while cleaning out a storage unit at my condo I came across a box with mementos, pictures, and souvenirs of that time in my life and of that job. I’m moving into a new house and have to decide what goes and what gets thrown away. Taking a few minutes I remember those years and the good times with a. ”I looked at him. Profile. Not a bad looking guy at all. “You mean it?”“I mean it.”I changed the subject. We talked about the things we saw on the drive. I’m thinking, too, about what this trip is about. I’m being checked out medically. Main thing is sexually transmitted diseases. There’s a clinic that will accept me as a former sex worker. That’s a sterile term for ‘whore’. Being a whore, that’s not particularly sterile, though. I did require condoms. Every. Single. Time. Even for blow jobs.. “Judy won’t replace you. You’re still my girl.”This seems to cheer the dog up as she begins to wag her tail a little more.“Right now though, I need a shower,” he says, getting up from the table. “Then I’m hitting the sack.”The shower is long and soothing and it takes him back to those first few days when the taboo relationship with his mother began. He finally gets out when he feels his cock hardening. He is too tired to masturbate and he has gone too many times with Kennedy to take care of.