“I partly agree with your theory,” Jake continued. “I don’t doubt that I could do wonders for your wife’s libido, but tonight I am going to ...pen whole new worlds to your perverted little mind.”“Teach me, Jake,” I whimpered. “Open my eyes.”“I’ll open your eyes, bitch,” Jake snarled. “But right now I want you to open your pretty little mouth.”Jake stood up from the hammock, his spear jutting wickedly at my surprised face. He grabbed his cock roughly and slapped my exposed face, “Open up sweetie,. . no, no, you just hush. Mommy's not mad at ya, and you have nothing to apologize to me about. Now, you know mommy feels weird about this, and you know that I'm not completely on board with ya, hunny, but i think we can get through a lot of this, and who knows, maybe,just maybe, all of it. Now tell mommy what you want. Mom, I just want you to know, I cant help the way I feel. I’ve felt this way every since I can remember, and I’ve tried not to, but it’s very hard. Well, I know I could have. From some cars, someone turned a head-- turned his head -- for a second look. Definitely from some. You knowhow, sometimes in a crowd, a stranger's face, a flash of color, a curve,catches your eye, you stare longer than you should; somehow she knowsthat, and turns to you. It was like that. I felt the gazes. And thepounding of my heart.***The bar was duller, more subdued than I expected. Almost homey. Darkernow, so the seaside junk stuck to the walls was barely noticeable. Themusic was low, the. We shuttled the rest of the Thanksgiving weekend between our three places; my aunty's, Sara's and mine; but, to Sara and me, I guess the most important thing was that we could spend the nights together making love if we felt like it, or just cuddling. The one thing we did NOT do was talk about future. For more than a year, Sara had assumed that there would be no way she would get into college. Now, suddenly, that door might be open. I knew she had dreamed about it - going to college and.