Well, that's what he told himself anyway. Even though his less than educated mind couldn't articulate the concepts, that was what he felt.Until he was...seventeen.He and the guys had decided it would be a good idea to burn down the police station. Not a smart move, in retrospect, but hell, what the fuck, it'd be a blast, right? Ha ha.Well, the cops that caught them didn't see the humor in the situation, so they were all packed up and sent off to jail until they were twenty-one.Jail taught him. After the clothing you had the dressing area to try on clothes and then jewelry and other knickknacks, on the left side after the book was a restaurant called Dani Jo's, named after Taylor's sister. There was plenty of seating area, and it was all blocked off by a half wall surrounding it. There were bathrooms near the common area registers for Tay's customers and there were bathrooms right in the restaurant. All in all it was a prosperous business but Tay could still not figure out why Dee was. I once again threw the covers off of myself and began to masturbate, but this time, I went all out. Still horny as hell from dancing with my mom, I feverishly stroked my cock and rubbed my balls. For good measure, I thrusted my hips up and down and let out a few gradual moans. I wanted to make sure that my mother knew what I was doing. And boy, did she ever. I brought myself to one of the most powerful orgasms I have ever had. It was a combination of jerking off, thinking of my mom and knowing. Truth is, I hate wasting time on lots of back and forth negotiations. Plus we didn’t really have a long meeting slot.”He laughed quietly and continued, “Course, all that said, the truth is more likely that striking fast is just a bad habit of mine. Makes people uncomfortable sometimes… most times.” He smiled at her, shrugging, “But I do try to keep it in check. Truly I do.”He laughed again, and she joined in this time, surprised at his easy candor. As they turned to go up the stairs, they fell.