I had been told as much before by the ladies, of course, but being told by an ex-cat seemed to add weight to the compliment. ‘Well then, Priscilla: ...ould you like me to scratch your tummy now?’ ‘MmmmmmMMMmmm!’ was the encouraging – nay, demanding – reply. So I obliged. I grabbed a firm, yet kind, hold of her, and spun her round, she obeyed – giving every indication that she did so only because she deemed the action entirely acceptable, and not through any submission on her part – and pressed. I have begun to see how my mom has dedicated her life to me. She has always been there for me. She has always taught me how to be a strong man. Not just physically, but how to act towards other people, and especially how to treat myself. How to feed my mind, body, and soul. I know I still have a lot to learn, and I know that my mother knows what is best. I try to shake thoughts of my father out of my mind. It has been about a week since I have last masturbated, so my mind starts to flash images. She did the same on chat. On day while having cyber sex she asked me if I wanted to do this on phone. I said yes and she asked me for my number. This was the first time we exchanged numbers.I received this call from US and we had phone sex and I could hear her moaning loudly on phone. She was describing me in exact detail what she was doing to her pussy and tits and I was getting hard imagining it. Then in few weeks she told me that she is coming to visit London to meet her aunt during her. ”“What?!”“I said no. I don’t know exactly what’s happening here, but I know I don’t like it. You’re an adult. At least I think you are. April and I were close once but we both knew it wasn’t going anywhere so we decided to go back to being friends. She was telling me she had found the right man and would be getting married in six months. I expect the invitation soon. If you need to leave I’ll call you an Uber. Just so you know, if you leave, there will be no more lunches or dinners. Our only.