I am. I walk over to him and see how he smiles at me. He’s kind of cute. I want him. I want to love him. I give him a hug and listen to his heart po...und. He touches my chin ever so lightly, gently raising my lips to meet his. I feel wonderful. He holds me as if he cannot live without me. I feel pride bursting from within. I can treasure him and he can protect me. I hold him tighter. He turns me around. I feel him kissing my lips. He’s kissing my neck ever so softly. Now he’s kissing my shoulder.. Her t-shirt tightly hugging her very fit body, deeply emphasizing her huge breasts and also giving a little hint of her nipples.I could see the outline of her bra straps on that t-shirt which I found very tantalizing. Her white, smooth thighs contrasting with her black shorts were just so inviting and they were paired with those black slippers.She let me in and started walking towards the kitchen. I was walking behind her. I couldn’t help myself from staring at her ass. She was asking me some. And you shouldn't say things like that to me." Why not?" I asked. "It's the truth. And why should I want one of them? They have no minds, no curves, they just try to be who they think they should be instead of who they are, like you. And they aren't you, mom. I only want- only need- you." But it's wrong," she whispered, resolve wavering in the face of my obvious desire."You keep saying that, mom, but just saying it won't make it true." I've seen those girls. They're much better-looking than I. I felt a bituncomfortable, but I was determined to keep a brave face. I know what Ifelt when I saw Jasmine dressed up. To think that I could be gettingsome of that attention from strangers was a bit disturbing. However,getting that sort of attention from Jasmine for some reason felt good.Jasmine just nodded.I walked over to her, my hips swinging side to side in as sexy of amanner I could. "You look...incredible," Jasmine finally said. I walked up to her and as I reached her she put her arms.