"I figured you would be here, but wasn't sure, so I have a present for you out in the car, you wanna get it in case you leave and I don't see you tomo...rrow?" I asked.He shrugged, and we went out to the car. I knew he was angry, and in the past when he was like this, I could usually talk him down, but things had changed now. I opened the car and handed him a box, which he transferred into another car not too far from where we parked. "Can we just talk for a bit, I just wanted to tell you. Now, I wish I had not done that. Maybe I could have helped you more instead of pushing you away like I did.”“You did what you had to do, Mandy. I know now I was in a self-destructive spiral and was getting worse. And it looks like I finally made it. I finally destroyed myself.”“Oh nonsense, I’m going to be with you. And we are going to get you better.”“Mandy, nobody gets better. We only learn to live with what we have, what we are.”“Bullshit, look at daddy. He’s a lot better now, has held a job. I’m rubbing my legs together, enjoying the nastiness of it all.What’s kind of cool, but also kind of scary is that a lot of the skill descriptions talk about how it will be easier for me to do things sexually. It talks about how these skills will let me find and create connection with lovers. Even the description of Making Out is talking about going beyond enjoying the dance of touch and breath to make deeper connections. What does that even mean?Some skill advances are about things that. ..lick them of you like....PLEASE!!! YESSSS!!!!"Andrea was ready to orgasm. Ricky now had one of his mother's nipples in his mouth, while pinching the other nipple. Both of the boys knew they couldn't last much longer. They knew they had to cum somewhere, in a mouth, or a cunt, just...anywhere!Andrea looked up at her son Jason...spread her long legs. Jason got into position...then..."No Jason...up here...get up here..."Jason was shocked...you mean...this way? he had always wondered what it was.