"I hope you liked him well enough to haul his dead ass off and bury or something," I yelled at him, through the barrier.The girls were slightly behind... me and I guess they were pretty sure that he couldn't get in since they hadn't been able to at first without my help. That didn't mean they knew about its spear stopping capabilities though, and when the new idiot sent his flying toward me they yelled, at me, or at someone.Hell, I didn't even flinch. The spear chucking genius was flummoxed over. John had sen me in bra and panties before. I mean I did not parade around in front of him, but if I was changing, or getting ready for work in the morning he might get a glimpse in passing. He probably had thought nothing of it, he just put me to bed and tucked me in. If I said anything it would crush him. If he thought his mother did not trust him... he was my son! He had been so good to me lately, I could not bear the thought of me damaging our relationship.Over the next several months my son. My family had beenliving in Morocco for many generations after my ancestors were drivenfrom Spain by the Christians. I have always considered myself to beNorth African.My family were had been involved in growing flowers and I was brought upin a town called Migouna. I spoke Arabic and Berber as my nativetongues, French, and I also spoke English. My mother had been educatedat a Jewish school in America, and I had travelled there with my parentsseveral times. When I was old enough I was sent. Sarah and I dance a couple of times, and I watched her dance with a couple of girls, she is so sexy dress like that.A lot of guys asked me to dance, I had to turn them down, I only danced with Sarah and any girl that Sarah told me to dance with.One of the girls that Sarah told me to dance with was a 21-year-old college freshman, I never got her name. She had her hands all over my ass, and her face was close to my ear, she whispered into my ear what she would like to do with me, lots of kinky.