When and mom asks what I've been doing and how I've been feeling, my answers are reserved, although I try to be honest with them.Usually, we watch TV ...or a while or a movie. Mom watches even action movies, but for some reason, she never remembers the titles so we may end up seeing something she's already seen before. I practically never watch movies except at her place, so it's easy for me to find something I haven't seen. Eventually, we may lean closer, maybe kiss a little and if it feels. Leave it to me I will get her to want you to fuck her Jac. It will have to be done gradually and we will have to keep in touch so you are doing the thing that will push her buttons. Don't ring me txt me so Ramsey doesn't know e are being in touch."Jane made friends with Janice and they went for coffee after choir practice a few times gradually Jane got the conversation round to sex. Jane suggested to Janice "What harm would it do for a boyfriend to stroke breasts through clothes?" A week later. She didn’t come as loudly or intensely, but she kept on coming and coming. I licked and swallowed eagerly, feeling my own pussy tingling with the taste of her. Finally she moved my head away and staggered back to the bed, falling on it with legs spread wide. “No more! Pussy needs rest!” I got up and laughed at her, then came over to lie next to her, snuggling up so we touched from hip to shoulder. I was careful to cock up one leg, so my hot and wet pussy was on display too. I whispered in. ‘I’m not home I’m not home I’m not home…’ Jessica recited it over and over, like a…oh, god, fuck no, not like a mantra. Like a prayer. Like she was doing the Jedi Mind Trick on whoever was out there. (But she knew who was out there, she knew who must be out there, and they wouldn’t go away, they’d never leave her alone–) The knocking stopped. Jessica took one long, slow, hesitant breath. Then another. Still no sound of knocking. Slowly, reluctantly, she untensed her body and let go of herself..