"My, Amy, you sure have turned into a little slut pretty quickly," Brenda said."I only want to do what you do mom, so that you'll know nothing you do ...ill ever make me love you any less; that my being just as big a slut as you is my way of telling you I love you."In a very perverse way, that seemed to make sense, and mother and daughter kissed, hugged and of course, cried.We cleared the dishes from the meal and cleaned up after ourselves."Why don't you and Amy go into the living room and Fido. See, there was thing going around college campuses this year, a challenge called the Freshman 15. Put simply, it was competition to see who could sleep with 15 girls in their freshman year - a feat that some claimed was impossible. Like many of the other guys in your class, you had made the Freshman 15 one of your goals for the year, but being stuck inside of a tiny little room with nothing to do while everyone else was getting to know each other was going to set you miles behind.The one upside. Just like last night, I just needed to see her again. It had been close to a month again, for once not because of conflicting love interests but because of work, one hell of a case that had doubled my overtime and everyone’s on my team. Too much v******e, too much work and too little humanity left in this world, the perfect time to bust a cap in your head or a nut into an easy chick.I decided to stay sane and drove out to her instead of going back even though it was well past midnight and. I even felt the trickles of my juice leak down my thighs as I stood behind the car waiting for the trunk to open.I stood there for a long time or it seemed like that. I am not sure how long, but it was a while. Finally the trunk opened. I looked in and all I saw was a pair of my fuzzy slippers and a little baby doll nighty that would just barely cover my ass and cunt. It was also shear and could be seen thru. I might as well have been naked. I looked in the trunk to see if I over looked.