High order cognitive dissonance required resolution one way or the other. Either the behavior changed, the belief changed, or justifications were made... The belief in her own self-worth, ‘I am a good person’, is in conflict with the knowledge that she uses those that care for her. The justification had always been that she was ‘liberated’ in the feminist sense. Turning the tables on men and being a sexual predator was her way of fighting society’s sexual injustice. So Philip would brush aside. Half an hour passed and I tried to keep my dick away from my mom’s ass but we were too close to each other soon mom said she was feeling cold and pulled over the blanket over her and she said to join her in the blanket as I would get sick because of the A/C.Now we both were in the blanket and even though it was warm but we were not comfortable in our sleeping position so mom told me to put my hand on the pillow and she placed her head on my hand and took my other hand and placed it over her. I had so much and I threw it all away. What a fool! I’m sorry I hurt you so badly John.”“Well,” he retorted. “At long last you’re getting something right. You do realise that I can’t trust you any more? I don’t know if you’re honest or lying to me.”“Sorry?” she looked puzzled. “I don’t understand.”“Shame you didn’t say that when your neanderthal brother gave you the photo’s.”“Yes,” she said quietly, “I deserve that. I was so wrong. I know there’s no hope for us any more. You’re with your. ” Without speaking, she opened her door sitting sideways on her seat again. I fixed my jeans and knelt before her, kissing her sexy lips. As I did, I could taste a little bit of cherry and a little bit of me. I slid her dress off her shoulders once more and sucked on her awesome erect nipples. I hitched up her dress and kissed my way slowly up her gorgeous legs, up to her tiny g-string. I kissed and sucked all around her groin, edging slowly closer to her honey pot. I slipped my tongue under.