She'll be back againtomorrow and Sunday." Brenda took me by the hand and led me off the stageto the dressing room.I collapsed into a chair to catch my...breath and let my excited emotionsrun their course. "Very good, Bunny Boy," Brenda said. "A good firsteffort. You'll improve with time. You have a natural talent for actinglike a girl. Specifically you come across with a delicate, helplessfemale persona. You seem like an old-fashioned, deferential, and meekgirl." Brenda went on to give me some. She quickly put down my phone...and pulled her hand out from under her dressing gown...I was embarrassed so pretended not to notice.We drank a bit more and chatted as usual about everything and everything...it must have been fairly late by the time we'd had enough and decided to go to bed...we started to turn off the lights and tv, but the log burner was still going. I turned around in the low light and found that she was stood closely in front of me...she didn't move she just looked up at me.. We even had some laughs.She then asked who I was masturbating to. I had become so comfortable with her that I said, “It was to you.” I immediately realized what an idiotic thing I did and became red with fear. She laughed and asked what was it I found in her that was so arousing for me.She said, “You can have a lot of girls of your age if you want to. Why me?” I shyly told her that she looked beautiful and had a fit body for her age and all. She was surprised by the things I explained to her.. “That’s up to Janie and the girls,” I answered. “I love her too much to ever push her. If she wants to stay, she just has to convince the others,” I said, groaning mentally as I briefly pictured Janie with her head between the other girls’ legs convincing them.“And if it was a one-time thing?” Mom asked, concern evident in her voice now.“Then I give her a hug and kiss and hold off on the tears until she can’t see them,” I replied emotionally.“I doubt that she’ll leave anytime soon. I’m pretty.