Tina: Yeah, say. What happened?Armaan: I want to ask you something.Tina: Yeah, go on.Armaan: Until now, I have done whatever you said in bed, college,... classes, and everywhere.Tina: What is the point of bringing this up, now?Armaan: I want to try something new.Tina: Oh, wow. Amazing. For the first time. Say it and mark it done. It’s a yes.Armaan: Listen first. It’s not that easy.Tina: Come on, say it. What is it?Armaan: I want to do THREESOME!!Tina: WTF? You Perv.Armaan: Oh, come on. I did. But I felt the same way about her car. Sally drives a pussy pink BMW convertible that I have never set foot in.But that to me is fine. Sally hates my Mustang as much as I hate her car. She says that it's too loud and too brutish for her. I can't stomach the thought of her smoking her shitty smelling cigarettes in my car, so I've never let her in it. I bought her the BMW to protect my Mustang.I guess over the years I've doted on Sally. Maybe it was remembering all of the stories my Mom used to. I think that is wear my sister got them from. My parent’s room was large. It had a sitting room built in so that they could read or listen to music without interruptions. There was a white fainting couch in the room that my mom used to rest on. It was soft and really comfortable. I liked it because it only had one side arm to it. The music was playing when I stepped in. “Mom,” I started, “I just wanted to explain to you what happened today.” I continued. “I was just, ummmmmmmm. Well you. . does she know what I was doing?' Maryann worried."Of course dear" she assented trying to sound casual. "Did you put sunscreen on?"Thinking about watching her daughter apply the lotion to Michelle's legs through the kitchen window resulted in a pussy spasm that threatened to cause a vocal out burst.Rebecca wondered why her mother looked so flushed and why she had so firmly cleared her throat after asking about the sunscreen."Yeah, I put lots on" she assured her mom and left.Maryann turned back.