.. no.”Then a night or two later, “You know, what we was talking about...”And Rebecca had a ... I don’t know what to call it ... a curiosity a...out her, I guess. Some adventure too. She’d always been friendly with the Bighorn whores, but she started hanging out with them more between customers.Talking, giggling, getting her own education.“Flint.”“Yeah.”She whispered in my ear.I looked at her. Stared. “Really?”Naughty grin, “Really.” Her hand trailed down.The No-Name settlement was outside of the. She’s a black belt, and we haven’t even taught you Wax On, Wax Off yet. But we’ll start fixing that when we get home. I think you’re ready and Julie agrees; and if you do too, we can get started.”Susan smiled. “You’re adorable when you get protective, you know that?”Troy smiled back. “Well, if you get bored while we’re gone, Google ‘mcstories Daphne.’ Call it your first homework assignment.”“Julie already told me about her work; she said I could use Troy 2 while I read.”“Of all the possible. “Miss Castellano?” I groaned. I was so used to being in charge of girls, but this older woman stroking me, my coach, had me off-balanced. “You shouldn't do that.”“Because it's against the rules?” she asked. Her fingers slid around my cock. “Don't you just want to... break them?”I groaned as she stroked up and down my shaft. This heat bled down to my pussy. “I've seen you looking at me. I've felt your eyes on me.” Her words purred with that Latina accent. Lilting and full of fire. “It's made me. It may be a little unusual but whoreally knows now days. The government now calls it abuse, wecalled it love in our family. I doubt that anyone has evercaught aids or herpes from their own family members. (Otherthan wives from their cheating husbands) So what's the harm. After Ron and I talked about what had happened at hishouse, (my having sex with his Mom), and what happened at myhouse, (his having sex with my Mom), we both went home. MyMom welcomed me home, having just gotten off the.