She was smiling, watching her girl work herself, then turned to me. "Go on, start jacking. You know you've barely been holding back since you saw me s...oking outside. Tonight is about her, like last time was about me. You'll work that fucking pathetic meat stick for her, because she gets off on things like you. And while she gets off on things like you she works my pussy better than I do myself. If you cum before we tell you to, just like last time, it will get worse for you. Your work in this. From my teen memory, I knew that Homecoming was next weekend. I was a Sophomore Class representative to the Student Government and one of the people in charge of building the sophomore class float. Now even my first time around in high school, I knew that this was a pretty good gig as a lot of the sophomore girls would turn out to help build the float. I also recalled that it was during this time that Lisa K and I got together. Lisa was pretty for her time. She was short, about 5-4, with blonde. It must have been about 1953 that our parents first talked about visiting 'home'. What to do with us kids for 6 months or more was of course a problem. A one way trip to Europe in those days took 6 weeks by ship. Neither family had relatives in Australia that we could have stayed with.The answer to the problem came with the employment of a new cleaning lady, Mrs D, as we were told to call her. She was married but the man walked out on her. She then lived with her sister's family. My parents. “Barnim, what’s wrong with mommy?”“Why? What’s she doing?”“She’s been sitting in her room looking out the window since she got home.”“Mom has a lot to think about. She’ll be fine.”“Ok.”With that he was gone. In order to push my plan forward, I needed to start researching the dojos in the area, so I could start martial arts classes. I also needed to head to the library to put together a fitness program.I only wish I had the internet as this would be going so much faster. Oh well, if wishes were.