”“Yeah,” I allowed, but how’d she know that?After Terry disappeared, Mom looked my way. “Doing OK, Indian?”You don’t have to be an India... to know that Indian girls have Indian mothers.Next afternoon, Mom being off somewhere, Terry left my room in his underpants and there she was in the hall. Maybe she’d only said “be gone an hour” and we’d misunderstood. He mumbled something about going to the bathroom, but wasn’t even heading that direction.Once I was with Terry when Uncle Robert’s family. "Lost it back around the flatbed somewhere!" Guess you got to use your shirt!" He added unsympathetically."Don't be so gross!" Kiyone wailed, making another grab his direction. "Let me use your damn jacket! It's filthy anyway!" No freaken way!"He sneered, continuing to evade. "Use your little ' G.P. puffball' Officer Boogeroski!"Kiyone halted, glaring holes in him. "If I was Sasami!" She told him angrily. "You'd probably let me blow my nose on your shirt!" But..." Tenchi suddenly paused as. It seemed that I was sucking his cock deeper and deeper into me. I could feel his need and urgency as he hit my g-spot and cervix with every stroke. My legs were trembling. He snaked his hands under me to give me support. When he started toying with my clit, it sent me over the edge, and I felt my juices welling up as I came. He drove me from orgasm to orgasm. I could feel my ass quake like a bowl of jelly. His cock seemed to grow as it throbbed in me and I felt his cum jet into me and. "I'm sorry, I didn't return the favor," I said to her."It's okay, we have plenty of time for that. I just wanted to help you enjoy yourself at this time. Now, why don't you go and clean yourself up while I make us some lunch!" Amy gestured as she stepped around the desk and exited the office.I sat there, still blown out of my mind by what had taken place and trying to regain my composure, as well as the feeling in my legs of that weakness men sometimes suffer known as the 'wobbly leg syndrome'.