"Mom loved mornings. She loved me, and the idea that Josh would show her the pictures, the movies of me with a dog, filled my mouth with bile. I dropp...ed to my knees, retching into the toilet."Wendy?" She knocked again. "Are you alright?" Fine," I gasped, but she wasn't going to accept that."Open the door. What's wrong?"I made her wait while I rinsed out my mouth and wrapped a towel around my naked body."You look terrible," she said, putting a hand to my forehead. "We're you sick last night? Get. . Right there!... Yes! ...Don't stop," you panted, curling your hand into my hair and rucking your hips. If I had wanted to escape (which I did NOT) I don't think I could have. The back of your knee behind my head and a fist full of my hair kept me right where you and I wanted. On a couple of occasions, I felt you stiffen up, followed by a fresh dose of your essence, so I knew I was doing things right. You never lost your composure, never cried out, never loosened your grip, so I kept on. His cock was totally grown. He was ready to fuck. But i said,-wait…imad, make me horny 1st so that I will be ready for sexHe pulled apart my blouse, unbuttoning it and threw it away. Then, he started squeezing my boobs. He said, as i was keeping my palms against the mattress and had my arms straight and breast upwards and moaning,-do you like it a bit rough this time?I was too horny. I nodded yes. He started eating my right boob.I was moaning all the time. He was squeezing my left boob with his. They said her timing is perfect." Your swing reminds me of hers." You didn't say anything when I said I was thin." You are thin." And?" And what?" You didn't tell me I was as flat as a board." Why would I tell you something like that?" Everybody does. Even my own family. It's better if we get it out in the open, so we can go on to the next thing." Well, in the first place, it isn't accurate, and in the second place, why would it matter if you were?" Believe me, it matters. Why do you say it.