" She's going to fucking kill me," I whispered as I began to sway my hips to the music. Jules shook her head, "Just keep dancing. She won't suspect a ...hing." Are you sure?" I murmured, wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her into my chest. I could feel her hips slowly swaying with mine. Her thighs would seldom brush over the thick bulge in my jeans, making it ever more difficult to kill my hard-on. "Stop doing that," I whispered into her ear."What?" her dark eyes looked up at me, round. Don't...ahhhh...ahhh...fu...fu...fuck...ohgod...fuck ma...ma...Amy's....oh god no nonono...oh god fuck Amy's ass ohgod...please please fuck Amy's ass." Keep it up whore," I hissed, dragging my cock from the depths of her ass,watching as her sphincter clung to it, pulled on it, the flesh distending asit gripped my cock like a vise, making me shudder in pleasure even as Amy,sweet, whorish Amy, moaned in pain, mouthing profanities."Slut," I hissed, shoving my cock into her excruciatingly tight. Today, I gave you each your mom on a silver platter. And, you’re pissed at me? Really?”I grabbed my plate and stormed out of the house to finish my dinner alone at the picnic table. I was livid, just seething at the thoughts of those guys being pissed at me. They were so fucking lame.Sitting there with an empty plate in front of me, my irritation was interrupted by my mom bringing me out two more burgers and a fresh mound of fries. Placing them in front of me, Mom leaned down to kiss me on the. She didn’t get up off the examining table, like she always did, and get dressed, instead she sat there thinking about what she wanted to say, if anything. Dr. Peters, assuming she didn’t, began to turn and walk out, saying “Well you have a wonderful weekend, alright. Hope to see you soon, kind of.” “Dr. Peters, wait!” Amanda exclaimed, stopping the slightly older doctor in her tracks. The doctor stopped, dead in her tracks, and turned around, smiling. “May I help you?” “Maybe, I don’t know,”.