’ ‘I’m no saint. Georgia wouldn’t have sailed off into the sunset if I were. But … there’s no hidden agenda, I promise. I said it was ther...py, and it really is. I hope sometime you’ll come to trust me on that. In the meantime, I’m determined to help, so I guess I’m asking you to get used to it.’ She looked at me, again with suspicion, but perhaps there were cracks forming in her armor. I would try to prove my motives were pure. At least, I was pretty sure they were pure. Sex wasn’t something. I am waiting for my mom in the room I just take a look at the room their I saw cameras in all the sides of room now I totally understand that my dad is peeking us in the other room , he going to watch every wonderful moment that a mother and son going to spend tonight.My mom opened the door and come nearer to me and offered me a glass of milk , I drank that and move towards to mom for a kiss suddenly get backwards I said I need to talk to uMe- yes mom we canMom- son I am just doing this for. He wants to get fucked, he likes the look of me, and wants me to fuck him. Something comes up that first time we were going to be meet. He can’t make it.When a guy seems a little out of your league, you’re always waiting for the hookup to go south. Maybe he’s drunk and talking big, then looses his courage the next day. Maybe he’s just using your pictures to jerk off fantasizing about a hookup he has no intention of going through with.To my surprise, he messages me the next day around 2pm. He. Simpson continued, “I can arrange for your time slot to go back to the end of the queue and that would give you a good half-an-hour to deal with your, erm, mum.”Olivia liked the idea, and replied, “Okay, Simpson, Do it. I’ll owe you one as well.”Simpson smiled. “Just what I was hoping you would say as I need some help with a project I’m doing and I know you are more up to date on the subject than I am.”Olivia knew that Simpson was doing a project that needed a girl from the year below, Olivia’s.