She picked an easy pot and made it. Well he’d seen worse, especially among girls. Her shot was all about the pot though with no forward planning. It...left her out of position for a second pot. She thought about it for a moment then got down for a shot. Vance was too distracted by the view down her top to work out what she was planning. She took the shot and nestled the cue ball against the cushion behind a cluster of her balls. “That wasn’t very nice,” he said. “You’re a bit of a bitch.” She. She kissed each finger. She looked deeply into my eyes. I could see the tenderness, the love."Mom, I want you too," I whispered. I leaned to her, staring into her eyes. Slowly, tenderly, hesitatingly, my lips came to hers, brushing so softly that my first manly kiss to her was almost without touching. I licked my lips, my second kiss firmer, my mouth pressing to hers. Slow, soft, the kiss lingered. I could feel her melt, a sigh escaped her lips as we parted. Her eyes opened, looking into mine.. Although I had been out of school for a year or more I often saw her and she always stopped and had a chat. I made a point of being where I knew she would be. I told her that Robert was keen to get to know her. She asked me what he was like and of course, I made sure that the report card ticked all the boxes. She agreed to meet him.I then went to see Robert and explained the problem that I had with keeping a girlfriend and he readily agreed that the next girl I met could rent one of his. As part of the rental agreement, I made his bed everyday and cleaned his room. A couple of weeks after he moved in, I found a whole stack of adult magazines under his bed. There were Playboys and Penthouses, but there were also magazines with only pictures called things like Stockings and Lace, Bush Basher, Anal Honeys, and Big Tit Fuckers. I was amazed and shocked at what I saw in the pictures and what I read in the letters and stories. But every day, I dug another one out to read or.