”Then Mom kissed me and left.Three hours later Mom came home and she was mad as hell. She said, “That fucking bastard screwed me out of half my mo...ey because I wouldn’t let him fuck me.”I asked. “Isn’t that wrong?”She replied, “You bet it is but who would I complain too? It’s his word against mine. Maybe I should have taken you with me after all.”Mom said, “Just let me take a nice long bath first and then I’ll I let you do all of the things that he wanted to do to me.”I watched as she took off. “Never felt better, Tiff! Sorry if I scared you.” I keep losing my fucking mind whenever I taste his cum now. That’s pretty frustrating. I can’t even enjoy it. Or maybe I’m enjoying it too much?“S-sure,” said Tiff, still giving her a worried look in the mirror. “Is Will...”Alaina looked over. “One sec,” she said. She leaned across the seat and tucked his still-erect—somehow—cock away, then grabbed his head between her hands and pressed her lips to his.Mmm, I’ve missed these lips. Dammit, Will, . You know you want to touch them. No? You're still mad. Well, I'm not. I'm feeling a little randy myself. All that reading, you know.Your cotton shirt is soft against my cheek as I wrap my arms around you and place a kiss on the very back of your neck. Do you really have to leave for work? Here, let me lick your earlobe.Are you sure you can't stay just a little longer? Can you feel my warm breath as I suck your earlobe into my warm, moist mouth and nibble gently?Call off sick? Why that's a. The one thing I knew I didn't have to worry about was what I was going to wear because the wardrobe of predictability was bound to provide the perfect outfit. So no sooner had my morning alarm gone buzzedy-buzz-buzz-buzz than I hopped out of bed a vision of expectant, wanton, willing teen-angel fleshiness and flung back the wardrobe doors to reveal... nothing.Well, not quite nothing because on the floor was a pair of classic four-inch, black leather, red-soled, stiletto-heeled, Louboutins,.