And suddenly there he is. He smiles at me dropping a bag onto the floor and walks over to me hugging me tight. ‘Baby why didn’t you text me I’...e been so worried I’m so glad you’re here Elizabeth.’ He smiles and holds my hand in his and leans over and kisses me softly. It’s everything I dreamed it would be and I slowly kiss him back, wrapping my arms around his neck. He backs up and opens his bag and hands me a white rose, knowing it is my favorite flower. I blush and smile up at him. ”My dick suddenly sprang up hearing those words from mom. I scooted closer to her. “Really, mom? But I wash away my cum immediately”, I replied.“Yes, beta. But your manly aroma still lingers on.” Mom bit her lips sexily. “But I didn’t smell your aroma today”, mom came closer to me.“I was so afraid that I didn’t finish jerking off, mom”, I said, getting even bolder.“Oh, is that so?”, mom put her hand over my thighs and slowly moved it to my crotch.My dick responded to mom’s touch immediately.. There he was scrambling to cover himself up, more likely to cover the embarrassment of having a sock on his cock. I knew he was well hung but boy he certainly filled that sock out.I asked, “What is that for? Cock get Cold?” He stammered for words and finally said, “It’s for when I jerk off I don’t mess the sheets.” “OK, makes sense,” I responded. Looking at his cock , was making me we.He saw me staring at it and commented, “It’s big.” I was thinking the same thing myself. It was just as. "It's agreed, we kill the bitch. As soon as possible."Oh, don't worry, dear reader, we're not really planning on killing someone. We'd like to, but we're not that violent or bloodthirsty. Becky is, or was, I should say, our bass player in our band, the Pastels. So named because of our love of 80's new wave, power pop and we all dress the part with big hair, pastels, etc. I play guitar and sing lead, Deanna plays lead guitar and sings, Kim plays keyboards, Violet plays drums and sings, and Becky.