His hand cupped over one of her ass cheeks.“Jamie?” she said, squirming a little. “Where’s mom?”“She went out.” His other hand slid unde... her shirt, up her bare back, to her neck.“Jamie…” she said, relaxing, lowering her body onto the machine.He scooted up behind her, pressing his erection between her butt cheeks. She felt it and pushed her body back into him.As the washing machine began to tremble faster, so was Jamie as he dry-humped her, breathing hard into her ear. He put one hand on her. "Bobby's expression took on an enigmatic smile, one that Collette couldn't recall seeing from him before. He didn't respond otherwise."Bobby... I know Dave was probably an ass. I love him too, but he can be pretty tactless sometimes." Too?" asked Bobby innocently."Shut up. This isn't about me. It's about you." And Dave," Bobby prompted."Yes," she replied, beginning to get annoyed. She did her best to put those reactions aside. "He was probably an ass when he talked to you about playing ball. Bridget left the house and it was now just the two of us. While we're eating breakfast, I just can't stop staring at Mom. She's wearing a T-Shirt, bra, jeans, socks, and underwear. We finish eating breakfast when my Mom puts my plate in the sink. I get up and follow her. I grap her by the sides and pulled her towards me. I was right behind her and I kissed and licked her neck. She moaned in great pleasure and turned around.She took my hand and led me to the living room. When we entered the. And you heard him, he didn't want to do it to me 'cause he was scared of hurtin' me. How did he put it? He didn't want to feel good by hurting me. How many guys do you know would give a tinker's damn about hurting us as long as he's getting to put his wiener in our nice warm nest." Yeah, I guess you're right. But you shouldn't tell him to, and all. I mean, if he wants to do it himself, that'd be real neat. But he's got to think of it himself, and want to do it himself, or it wouldn't be any.