.." This feels so wrong!" Wrong!? Why is it wrong to look pretty?" I feel like one of those sluts my friends hate, those girls who are all about makeu..., and hairdos, and short skirts, and screwing whatever boy comes along. It's just so ... not me!" The more I hear about these friends of yours, the more I feel like they wouldn't like me at all. You just described me to a tee, and it makes me wonder what you must think of me." Well I know you're not like that. You're with Anthony. You're my. One night he was at mine & we were lying on the bed, fully dressed, watching a tacky documentary about sex workers in a brothel in Germany, if I remember right. I think I’d told him I was interested in it – which I was, but I think I was hoping it would be bit of a turn-on – which it wasn’t. At one point one of the girls was talking about her customers and she said something like “A lot of the guys who come to see me are young, handsome, they have wives or girlfriends, but they also have things. We drive up their and there is literally Me,trev,derick,dusty,and two other guys that were already up there,with 14 or 15 girls.It was a lot of fun we jus took shots drank beer danced n shit like that.Well it was a single cabin with a ladder that went up to an open type bedroom with a railing that was like near the ceiling.Idk how to explain it really.But anyways i was down bellow jus bull shitting with a buddy and delaney told me molly wanted to dance with me an blah blah blah.I'm like alright. As she road next to me in the car, I had a hard time keeping my eyes off her beautifully tanned legs. She reclined the seat a bit, and she put her head down. I tried to control my erection, but it was pointless with my Mom sitting next to me looking like a goddess. It only took a moment before my Mother was fast asleep next to me. I tried to wake her after we got home, but it was of no use. I knew I would have to carry her in and put her to bed.I carried my Mom to her room laying her down on.