.. but hell, maybe Mom did want me to be a teenager again, someone she could control, order around. Someone who listened to her, respected her.Not tha... I didn’t respect her, of course. But ... well, maybe Mom wanted to go back to a time when I was a kid, instead of a young professional, on the verge of moving out.On the verge of leaving her.Don’t get me wrong - I’d thought about how much it would hurt Mom, her only child moving away, leaving her alone in a house where she’d had so many good. "What!! Val, what are you doing?? I was trying to sleep, for Christ's sake. What's wrong you look like you've seen a ghost?" I was worried about you, so I came over to make sure you were all right." I told you not to worry about it. I took some pills, OK!! So my life isn't as perfect as I wish it was. I just wish I was dead sometimes. So I took a lot of pills. You don't need to be around someone like me." Yes, I do. Marlena, there is something I have to tell you. Maybe after I tell you this you. Just as the stream was dying out, Bev pulled away and quickly guided her sister's mouth to the head of my cock. She got the last two or three little spurts. I think she enjoyed watching it a lot more than she enjoyed doing it.We had coffee and toast and I read the paper. We didn't bother to dress until almost nine-thirty.We gave Becky the sheer pullover top to wear. She was slightly taller than Bev, enough taller that we couldn't take a chance on the tiny skirts that Bev was wearing. She had. Dieser Blick erstarrte schlagartig, als ich in das breit grinsende Gesicht eines Türken schaute. Der Schock muss mir anzusehen gewesen sein. Ich suchte panikartig gleichzeitig den Blick zu meinem Freund. Er schaute belanglos aus dem Fenster hinaus und hätte nichts mitbekommen von alle dem. Ich beschloss so zu tun, als wäre nichts passiert. Gott sei Dank fiel das in dem vollbesetzten Abteil wohl niemand auf. Eigentlich bin ich relativ prüde und selbst Reden über geile Sachen fällt mir schwer..