"Were you looking at me, sweetie?"I sat down on the bed and covered my face with both hands. I didn't know what to say, but of course, I kind of answe...red her question. So, she sat next to me, giggled just a tad. I didn't uncover my face, though, and I even felt her wrap her arms around me too.She laid a string of pecks on my neck and head. "So, may I ask you something, son?" Yes, Mom?" I asked, peeking at her."Were you mad that he was with me, or were you upset that you found out you might like. Her high tinkling laugh drifted to me across the noise of the cafe as they shared some unknown joke. I felt a moment of envy for the man serving her. I wanted to have those green eyes flashing at me – to have that laugh responding to some comment of mine. Then I acknowledged the envy for the foolishness it was and let it fade away.I turned away and looked out the window when I saw her paying for her order. I could clearly see her reflection in the glass but this way she wouldn't see me staring. Kim stood in the line behind them and I stood behind Kim. I could not stop myself from looking at her hour glass figure and her nice round ass while standing behind her. We were in the line for about a minute or so and had usual talks about traffic etc. We then entered the club, headed straight towards the bar and sat next to each other. They had nice and loud music inside and I noticed two guy strippers dancing on the stage with girls and guys around them. That was the only difference I could. Sie kontrollierte mich mit ihrer willigen, vollendeten Weiblichkeit, ihrer Unterwürfigkeit und Geilheit. Sie wollte es immerzu tun, immerzu gefickt, besamt, bespritzt, benutzt werden. Es erschöpfte mich, zehrte mich aus. Es war schlimm. Mein Studium litt. Meine Freundschaften litten. Mein Körper mergelte aus, weil ich jeden Tag bis zu zehn Mal Tia fickte, Tia ficken musste, und sie nichts Besseres zu tun hatte, als sich mit Vanilleduft einzureiben, geschmeidig und feucht zu halten, sich geile.