A bit of color rushed to his cheeks, but he did not say anything. "What the fucking hell is all this?" I do not normally condone profanity, but I excu...ed myself. This fucking asshole deserved whatever fuck he got for fucking with me. So there."Maybe you should just play it back," he said, gesturing to the recorder I still held in my hand."Maybe you should just tell me everything, and I'll play it back on the way home," I told him. I received no argument. I suppose he must have wondered whether. .um...just..uh” Once again, I was on auto pilot. Fuck.Those unbelievable blue eyes of hers were completely fixated on my cock with her mouth wide open and eyes widen. The look of shock in her eyes started to turn into a long gaze of awe.I was frozen.“Oh my god Mikey, wow that is such a..I mean I’m so sorry. I didn’t know your were still getting ready. I’ll be in jacuzzi. Take your time sweetie.” and she began to slowly close the door.“Ah..wa..wait!” (what the hell was I doing?)She slightly. “Not going to call me Fart Face anymore?” I joked and stuck my tongue out. I wanted to add a little levity and crack that stony expression on my mother’s face.“I am not in the mood to entertain you. You aren’t Sugar, you aren’t Fart Face, you aren’t in training. You’ve won, and you got everything you wanted. Your little joke may have amused you. I am not going to give you any lectures about repercussions or consequences. Those have never mattered to you. You are not fixable and I am not going. When they broke the kiss she giggled.“You’re a good kisser, Roger.”He knew enough to keep quiet. Sophie rolled away from him and put her hands behind her head. He resisted the urge to lean close and kiss her nipples and lick the sweat from her breasts.“Shall we dance a little more, Roger? What do you say?”Roger thought he’d rather continue kissing, but he was smart enough to see where Sophie’s proposal appeared to lead. He knew he’d like the destination.“Sure, Sophie.” With that he stood and.