His stomach gurgled a bit, and Daniel realized that he was hungry. More than that, he was starving, and remembered Carter's offer of trying his lasagn... the night before.Daniel gently slipped out of bed and went to the small kitchen, where he opened the refrigerator and took out the pan of lasagne. Lighting the oven, he turned it to 350 degrees and put it inside. Setting the timer for 90 minutes, he crawled back into bed next to Carter. “Lasagne for breakfast?” Daniel asked himself. “Why not?”. "I...I'm...sorry, mom, I didn't mean to..." Oh, don't worry, it's my fault.I should be more careful and not flash my panties.I know how much that can affect teen boys like you.I'll have to be more careful around you" Sorry, mom.It's just that I caught a glimpse of the hair you have in there and..."I know, honey, I know.You love looking at my pussy, that's natural.I like looking at your penis, that's natural, too" You like looking at my penis?" I asked astonished."Yeah, it's big and nice and any. Well, naturally I’d growl and make mean noises and then go sniffing after their sisters. It wasn’t that I was all that protective about Sheila. It was just that I couldn’t imagine anybody wanting to do anything like that with such a little brat. I mean, she was a real little snot, you know. In hindsight, you could hardly blame her really. So that’s the way things were for a couple of months. My little sister was just a kind of noise that lived in one end of our house. Then one night I got the. You just watch me tonight. I will make you pay up." "I hope you do. I want to win. I want you to do good." I leaned over and quietly said to King, "I have a secret. You are my favorite player. I love watching you play." I could see from King's facial expressions that he liked what I said. He reached over and patted my thigh and said, "Thanks Mrs. Faye. I will be making every play and shot just for you." His hand still on my thigh. We looked into each other's eyes without saying another word for.