"Yes slut, clean my cock like the dirty slut you are," screamed the man.I wasn't happy at a complete stranger calling my mother a slut and I wanted to...step forward and say something to him. My father held onto my shoulder and held me back and said, "Don't get upset with what your mother is being called... she loves being called a slut and a whore."Once my mother had cleaned his limp cock for him he said, "Thank you... you were fantastic I hope we can come back and see you again." You're quite. Believe me, he never notices when I steal his playmates.”My mouth fell open.“Yes, Tommy, you’re not the first and you won’t be the last. You’re not in love with me, are you?”“No,” I answered simply and truthfully.“That’s good,” she smiled, “because I would like to play with you again, but you have to realize that it’s just playing and nothing more. Do you think you’re old enough to be able to make that distinction?’“Yes. Sure.”“Good,” she said, “do you have a cell phone?”I nodded.“Give me your. I told her that I normally don't drink coffee, but I have some instant if she wanted some. She then told me that she would love a cup of coffee, if it wasn't too much trouble. I told her that it would be my pleasure to make it for her, then I offered her a robe so she could hang her wet clothes to dry.After changing into my robe, and drinking a cup of coffee, Alice asked if she could spend the night. She stated, "I don't want to be alone again, tonight." I tried to conceal my excitement as I. Jennifer doesn't know what's going on between me, you, and her mom." Yep, Jennifer is Karen's daughter. I had only met her once, which was about 2 years ago. She is 13, the same age as me. But they live across town, so we haven't been in school together or anything like that. When mom and Karen would ever do anything socially, it was usually at a third party's house, such as one of their other friends. And Karen had only been at our house a couple of times, about the time dad left, so Jennifer.