About 2 am I awoke. I'd had a dream that had aroused me and I found my panties wet. I got up to use the only bathroom and quietly walked downstairs. W...en I returned, I stopped outside of George's room. The door was open a crack and there was a dim light on. The 20 watt bulb produced just enough light that I could see my love on his back, naked with his legs spread. I nearly gasped. I was frozen as I watched his hand run over his flaccid cock and pull his balls. I opened the door a little. “Mom’s not happy about the party. But Dad told her that she wasn’t to interfere or say anything. He’s happy you came to visit, but obviously she’s not. She keeps hoping you’ll flunk out of college or your business will fail or something, so you’ll have to come beg her to let you move back in and she can say ‘no’.”“She’s certifiably insane and totally delusional if she thinks that will happen. I could get a computer programming job tomorrow that paid at least $20,000 a year, according to my. Not thrusting but grinding her crotch up and down mine, stretching her hole out, using her to masturbate. She moaned loudly and started frigging her clit like a mad woman. She would build up, her whole body contracting, not breathing, then gasp, moaning she would slump panting, then start building again. Every peak she hit I would bang her especially hard and making her groan louder. I was all the way in and her cunt had no resistance, usually I bottom out when my six and a half inches is. .. I don't think I know what you mean," she said. I sighed. "Are you shaved?" I asked her. She began to stammer: "I... uh... I don't... I don't think..." I nodded. "See," I interrupted her, "we've got this weird little taboo thing about the female body where it needs to conform to a certain idea, and if it deviates from that, you'll almost be outcast. Like, if you keep your armpits, or even your pussy unshaved, you're somehow less accepted than the skankiest crack-whore. Consequently, only.