He already knew that was my drink of choice from our previous Kik conversations. We sat next to each other on his couch and made small talk about my t...ip and other such trivial things. I probably sipped, or rather gulped the wine down quite rapidly. He refilled my glass and moved his large hand to my leg and began slowly rubbing from my knee to the edge of my tiny mini skirt. I continued to drink the wine in anticipation of his hand venturing under my skirt. He had to be able to feel the heat. " That wouldn't have been Balic would it?" the owner asked"Yes, why?" Just be careful of that one, he's not as stupid as he seems. Never seems to work, but always got money for beer. Just watch yourselves, that's all" he told them"Thanks for the warning" said Tom. "Now do you know where we can get some trade goods that the Badger men would like? Balic seemed to think women, but I'd rather something else." Yes, good knives, blankets and horses. That's what I'd take. You could go down to the. There they were again—those two words. Her physical reaction must have been more noticeable than she realized.“You don’t like her do you?” Jared asked. “Seems like every time I mention her, you react like that.” He was smiling as he asked.Heather chugged about half of her fourth beer—nearly afraid to start this conversation. “I’d like her just fine if she liked me. That woman hates me!” she finally burst out.Jared nodded, “But she hates a lot of people, so try not to take it too. My balls tightened, that new load of cum brimming inside of them. I rolled my shoulders, my excitement mounting with every step.“So, how do we do this?” Mom asked, sounding a little unsure.“Never watched porn?” I asked her.“No.”“Oh.”Dad just gave me an embarrassed shrug like he’d tried in the past.“Well, I think if you lay on your side, it’ll be so hot,” I said. “Like we’re making love to you, Mom. Dad and me.”“Ooh, that sounds romantic,” Mom said. She smiled at me. “I love you, Sasha. Love you.