As far as he knew, Wendy had never tried sex with another girl, let alone with the mother of one of her favorite fuckers.Wendy had told him about seve...al far-out things she had tried, but lesbianism hadn't been one of them. And yet there had been something strange about the way she had been turned on so wildly by his mother's dildo and by the fact that he was fucking her in his mother's bed.Confused enough by his mother's wild plan, Terry tried to put thoughts of his girl friend's past out of. "Missy stared at me as if I had two heads.I decided to tell her the whole story. I could see her eyes tearing up as I finished."That's not what Junior tells me, but I believe you, John. You're right. This needs to stop. No one should be hurt like that." Why Missy Harmon," Mrs. Bishop was genuinely surprised when she brought our menus. "I thought you were going out with my boy." Not tonight, Mrs. Bishop. Junior went to a party at the Lake without me." Well, the boy needs some time to blow off. “Although, I probably shouldn’t tell you anything about it, in case you’re ever questioned. It’s best if you don’t have to lie about knowing.”“Oh.” She nodded, her expression serious as she walked closer. “Yeah, that makes sense.” She then abruptly stepped behind me and wrapped her arms around my still exposed torso. I shivered as I felt her hands run along my stomach and chest, forcing my skin to gray again. “Let’s go inside,” she whispered.Sighing, I reached up with my hands to cover hers.. She was one of those rare females that knew how to hunt, how to shoot and skin her prey and she never killed any animal unless she planned to eat it and to share it with others saving lots of money and giving all the other kids the advantage of learning all about the value of a home cooked meal prepared in your own kitchen and with the ingredients that you grew yourself or hunted and dressed out yourself for family consumption.Those traditional values were passed down from generation to.