" I wiped away a tear and hugged her tightly. She wrappedher arm around me and pulled me in."Shhh it's really fine. It is about time. I am rather stil... angry aboutmyself for not having taken action earlier. I should not have let yougo through this alone for so long. I hope you can forgive me that!" Mom! There is nothing to forgive! Really! I could have talked to youearlier myself, but..." Yes, you were afraid. Afraid, because you thought I would not acceptit." Yes..."My Mom held me tightly in. "Why do you think Barbie's torturer took the deal with her mom? Willing is much better than tricked."She smiled. "Your pleasure is my pleasure. You have seen it in action, Michael. If you need another demonstration, demand it." Your will is my will. We stopped inviting you to our meetings, because you don't need an invitation. If you want to be there, we want you there!"I looked around the room; there were fewer kids than when we started our conversation."On this table?" I asked, looking at. Her perky breasts bounced as she got into the passenger seat next to the black jock who was waiting for her. Before he drove off, the girl leaned down and started sucking his big black cock.Scott and Elinor smiled shyly at each other. It was the first time they were holding hands.“I hope we didn’t miss the last bus.” Elinor looked at the bus stop.“I think that there should be one more.” Scott looked at his watch as a familiar car pulled up to the side of the road.“Honey!” Evie Olson rolled down. " That's not what I was thinking about," she said. As soon as we got into the kitchen proper she pushed me up against the wall and kissed me, long and hard."I'm horny," she said, when she pulled back."You're crazy," I said, being completely honest."Maybe," she said. "Ravioli?" Sure."I got two cans of Chef Boyardee while she got a bowl to microwave them in. I opened the cans and then gave them to her. I got two smaller bowls down and spoons while she watched the food going round and round.