Am I right?Mom: That’s my choice!Me: See, exactly it won’t be the same!Mom: But why do I have to be the same?Me: Because it was never only about m...! It was about us! I enjoy my time, only because I did this together with you! If this is what you want, then I can do that myself in my room. I had this special bonding with you that I never had before.Mom: Then what do you want? You want me to be naked?Me: I want you to enjoy your life! I want you to stop missing my dad! I want you to feel free! I. But now her face was a picture of nervousness.“Honey,” she started, “Don’t be mad at me, but I’ve got a suggestion I want to run by you. Before I tell you, promise me you’ll hear me out and won’t get mad!”Having seen their body language, and seeing how nervous Sue looked, I thought I knew where this conversation was headed. I didn’t answer Sue for several seconds, really needing to gather my thoughts. I could kill this conversation right now, and part of me wanted to do just that. But the. I reserve actual sex for Mike, since Wednesday, but I've had other hands on my pussy this week. He's had other hands on his dick. That's fine. This week makes you horny, that's a fact, and we have no classes together. If he wasn't here, Frankie, you could talk me into a double hand-job without much of a problem. And, I'll tell you, if I were on this team in this shower and didn't have a boyfriend, I'd probably become your community-property chick with very little convincing." Everyone cracked. They’d gone out on dates, both in the daytime and at night, almost every day for the last two weeks. Each had ended nearly the same, but with increased sexual desperation. It was on both of their parts, she knew. She’d felt his burgeoning erection under his jeans and dared him to use it. To spank her for driving him to his end quicker than he wanted, then ravish her in any way he desired.The thought of breaking his restraint and letting all that sexual energy flush through him and onto her.