Crossing the kitchen, he entered his tiny laundry room, a utility closet really, opening the washing machine and dumping her clothes inside."That show...r was great, Sean, and the food too." She said, gratefully. He poured in a bunch of liquid soap, and started the wash-cycle. He liked his shower too, how hard the water shot out. He had moved to Michigan from New Mexico, and that whole fucking state was low on water-pressure. Yeah, he recalled his first shower in this house, and how nice it felt. I couldn’t wait to fuck this beauty before me.“Fuck it. Fuck that cunt," commanded Debbie.As I looked down on her, I noticed her sexual levels had increased, just from the anticipation alone. A whole fucking five percent increase. I swear I have never seen that happen in my life before. Eroticism, horniness, depravity, yes, they have all contributed to higher levels as well as orgasms and climaxes. But I have never seen them increase so rapidly at the anticipation of getting fucked. I,. "My current criterion for judging restaurants is on their servings' sizes, so I was also left out of the discussion of which restaurant to choose. Mom did suggest that I have a small meal before my date so I didn't horrify the poor girl. I was going to pre-eat anyway, as paying for the date was starting to worry me. With the amount I've been eating for the last month I'd need to order two mains in a restaurant, and that'd be costly in an upmarket one. It'd be better to eat some of Mom's food. I thought to myself how perfect her breast felt in my hand. Her nipple was hard and there were little bumps around the areola. Linda reached inside my shorts and grabbed my cock, which was hard, and she began to stroke it slowly. I was thoroughly enjoying myself and the consequences of my actions weren’t even in my head at that point. I was savoring every moment, the smell of her hair which was different from the rest of her, the light perfume smell of her deodorant, and yet the scent of her..