I put all the options in the bucket and shuffled them around the best I could. It was at this point my mom walked by and started to ask questions."Wha... are you doing sweetheart?" She was always trying her hardest to be apart of my life since sobering up. She fell on hard times after we lost my twin sister to drunk driving and she coped with it in a weird way. She drank herself to sleep for months. She tried at some point to dress me in her clothes while drunk and would get mad at me for. I think I was still so stunned that we were together at all, that the details of what that meant were still unclear. Especially long term. I had been completely honest with her, I never wanted her to leave my side if I could do anything about that. I wanted her to move in tonight and never leave. But we both had jobs, and sometimes my job ran to all kinds of crazy hours. I had the barest of epiphanies, but needed more data."Anna?" Hrm?" She was holding my hand in her lap, her other hand tracing. I couldn't stop my hand running down her back to the start of the curve of her buttocks to which she responded by pushing her stomach against my straining erection.I did, though, take one step back and simply asked, 'Shall we?'Her response was to turn a little and looking over her shoulder, grin and crook her finger signalling me to follow. I almost hesitated as all the doubts I'd had re-surfaced but, of course, follow I did. We were now in her bedroom and immediately she started to unbutton my. Can I crash here tonight?”“In the spare room, like normal? Or are you going to sneak into mom’s bed instead of mine this time?”“A girl can dream, can’t she?”“Maybe you can talk her into a massage?”“Oh, now you are just teasing me and getting my hopes up.”Heather laughed, “You’ve been thinking about massages after watching that porn clip of Abella massaging that one other girl? When her hand went down the girl’s butt, you came! Deny it if you will, but I was there at that sleepover. Your hand.