On our way home I asked my brother do you have someone you love and he said yes but she doesn't know and I said you should tell her and he said I will...when the time is right and in no time we were home and we went inside for dinner. As we were eating dinner I told my parents about my friend having to move and about her girlfriend and they said that it was wrong for her to have a girlfriend but my brother said that he was happy she found someone that to love and someone to love her but it was a. I guess the fact that I wasn’t bashful and had kissed the Blarney Stone as the Irish say (the gift of gab for you non Irish out there) helped keep my batting average high, so to speak. I guess part of my success was the way I treated the lady I was dating. All of the ladies were shown both respect and a very good time. Also they were all treated as ladies. The only thing I really did wrong was not to end a relationship before I started another one. Women don’t care for or understand that type. If that is what you are into, you can tell me if you are. It’s okay.”Danny simply picked up his bag off of the floor and hurried out of the classroom.About an hour later, he arrived home to see his mother sitting in the living room. He placed his bag on the floor where the dining room table was and walked into the living room.“Hello son,” Karen greeted. “How was your day?”“Terrible, mom,” Danny answered.“Why?” Karen wondered.“One of my instructors had the nerve to ask me way too personal. “And for running around like a little slut, without a bra and any buttons on blouse, showing off your tits to the world?” Just at this moment, her hand, which had constantly crept higher on my thigh, touched my pubes. Her grin intensified. “And of course I’ll also have to punish you for going without panties. You are a slut, aren’t you?” Don’t ask me why, but I felt myself nodding, agreeing with her assessment wholeheartedly and feeling that moist, hot feeling between my legs intensify. “Good,”.