I told her she should stay home and be with me. If she wanted to even with dad she could just be with me. That did not come out right and she took it ...even further. I told her it would help us both out. I then took mom's hand and lead her to my bedroom. Once in the room I was not sure what I was going to do. I told mom this was best as she could get even with dad, be safe, and teach me a thing or two. I told mom to pretend I was a strange man. She was falling for it, I guess she was plenty mad. I slipped my trainers off, and rested my head back on the wall, whilst the other girls got changed and went out, walking home with their boyfriends, or fuck buddies as I call them. I had no one. I had to go home on my own. AGAIN! Once everyone had gone, I began to change myself, I felt conscious in front of the other girls. Yawning, I stripped my top off, and looked in the full view mirror. I tilted my head. I did look good, I was slender, I was skinny, and I was curvy. My hands ran along my. "What is with you?" I asked, getting frustrated. "It almost sounds like you want me to have improper feelings for you!" Of course I don't," she said, suddenly standing up. "Don't be silly. I know that's not normal. I just don't know what to think about it all. That's all. I'm going to bed. Thanks for the talk."You know that tone in a woman's voice that, no matter how banal her words are, you get the feeling that her anger is like a crocodile just under the water, and its tail is swimming madly,. Then she lowered her head and planted a kiss on the bulbous head of his stiff prick. Her lips surrounded it and Wendell’s eyes lit up as he tendered his manhood to her guppy-like opened mouth.I started to pound away at her and Candy moaned appreciatively even with a full mouth, then lifted her upper leg higher to get me even deeper. She let Wendell’s turgid prick drop from her mouth, but grasped it tightly in one hand and stroked it easily with long slow strokes, occasionally planting a loving.