‘Listen Mary, I know you and I haven’t had the best relationship over the years but-‘ ‘But what?’ I asked adjusting my shades once again. �...I just want to know.’ ‘You want to know what mom?’ I asked with a laugh. I don’t think i’m going to like her response. We’ll see. ‘No I need.’ she corrected. I raised an eyebrow in confusion. ‘I need you to tell me I did a good job.’ Now it was my turn to laugh like she did earlier. ‘Are you referring to your parenting skills?’ I asked with a knowing facial. .." Leticia replied. "But I get what I want. I want YOU. I want your babies. I want..." She struggled with the concept of submission, "... to serve. It's... all good..." Ah." Frankly, the concept that anyone would WANT to serve him was virtually incomprehensible -- but she seemed sincere... "Okay, slow..."Leticia moved back in, eyes locked on his as her thick lips absorbed his length and her tongue went to work under his foreskin. And it was good -- very good!! Leticia wasn't just giving a. “Are you an art lover?” “No, just a lover.” “Well, there’s more in the other rooms, if you’re interested.” She led the way to the dining room (a couple intimately entwined, though it was “artistic” rather than “graphic”) then a bedroom (two views of cunnilingus in progress, again very artistic). “And here, in the master bedroom.” She opened the door to what was clearly her own bedroom, being the. They just laughed and told me, “Well, it’s not like our school dances. Not at all.” Now, we lived in a rather small town that was pretty conservative, so there wasn’t a whole lot of sexual activity between us and the girls. The school had strict dress codes, and even when we weren’t in school the girls dressed pretty formally. I had only had one girlfriend so far, but we never did anything more than kissing, as was the normal for kids our age. Chris piped in, “The girls here aren’t like the.