" Meaning me." I'm not sure this is such a good idea any more, Lissa. You know I'd be overjoyed if she came over, but you're playing with her emotions..." I'm giving her what she needs." Bullshit. You saw her. She wasn't crying, she wasn't angry, hell, she acted like she didn't even care. I think that's due to you. You've been a good friend to her, so maybe you should quit while you're ahead." Have you ever seen anyone get over a boy that easily? Or a girl for that matter?" No, but that's all the. "What about you and Wendy?" he asked, changing the subject.Linda blushed deeply. "Oh that..." Come on, mom. Are you really just curious to talk to her? Or is there something more?"Linda would normally be very embarrassed to talk to her son about such a thing, but there really wasn't any point to being embarrassed around him about anything. They were both naked at the moment, with nothing hidden between them. She might as well tell him."Your father is indulging me in a fantasy I have, to be with. "Oh, my God," she giggled, remembering her panties were on the floor in the choir loft, and then sighed with relief as her bladder emptied. Her hand went between her wet legs and she sighed again.What Joan didn't know, was that her soiled panties weren't on the floor in the choir loft; they were tucked snugly inside the breast pocket of the preacher's coat.After she had finished, she continued to straddle the bowl, her skirt held high, and she rubbed briskly at her distended clit. It was. In the end, I ended up staying in bed in anticipation of a day of doing nothing; gracefully avoiding my responsibilities.I turned on my computer and decided to look at porn. I loaded a site, then I remembered that I had 25ft of paracord in my closet. So I found it near the back and got to tying my breasts with it. I wound it around each individual breast, then I wound it over and under until I couldn't anymore and tied the remaining length in a bow over my neck. It felt kind of painful, but.