She again tucked her legs on top of the chair, this time exposing more than a woman should as the t-shirt bunched up. I tried to hide my smile. ‘It...is really nice out here,’ Amber observed, ‘no alarm clocks or time cards, just nature.’ She took a sip of her coffee. I followed suit. ‘You could get lonely out here,’ I pointed out. I had no problem with that issue, but it wasn’t for everyone. ‘I’ve been lonely in the middle of a city,’ Amber said, ‘out here it would be tolerable.’ She paused,. I chose the answer that met both criteria.“I do have a brain, you know!”“And so do I,” she said.“I never thought you didn’t!” I protested.“No, you don’t. But sometimes my parents treat me like I don’t have one. That I can’t think for myself.”That was, in effect, the same complaint that Liz had. I’d never really had that problem with my mom or dad, and I wondered what the difference was between me and Liz. The only thing I could think of was our attitudes. Sure, my parents were a bit more. " We agreed to date others. But I have to admit that seeing Stephanie with you didn't sit well with me." I can't say I enjoyed seeing you with Eric either." I was worried about what you were thinking Mark. I really like you. I don't want to screw up things between us. But I really believe we need to see others for awhile too." I was worried what you were thinking too. I'm sorry I didn't say much to you last night." It's okay, Mark. I didn't really know what to say to you either." Well... I. That's why I like to do it. I love that the bitches hate it so much. And I like the way they grunt and cry when I do it. That turns me on. I used to fuck her mother's ass all the time when she was on the rag. Her mom hated that more than anything else I did. Well, except when I made her fuck my friends. She hated that the most. God I miss those days!"I tried not to imagine my mother being subjected to those indignities by her older brother and his friends. No one wants to think about their.