We got dressed, both of us in the bedroom, with Ruthie putting on some more of her new things. Even in the dowdy crap her asshole husband used to make... her wear, she had looked good, and in the new things that Pamela had helped her pick out she looked a hundred times better. Just before leaving, we stood at the door, and she put her arms around my waist and hugged herself to me in a warm embrace. ‘I can’t get over what a sweet guy you are, George, and how you put up with me.’ ‘It’s really. “Your cunt is so wet you little WHORE!” Kassy pulled her finger out while talking and shoved it back in my pussy after saying “whore” and I moaned loudly, almost cumming again.“M-Mom! Please stop!” Kassy pulled her finger out and rose fell to the ground. Kassy licked her finger and whispered in my ear as i hung my head sighing: “I would love to get you alone, and I will one day!”Kassy helped me up and rose breathed deeply a few times, her breathing steadied soon after and Brandon finally came. Don't get me wrong, I love it too, and when Helen is home, she and I dress that way too. It's like our family uniform. I usually wear something on top, my big old baggy sweater for example. Or just a very loose t-shirt. I have a sleeveless one with huge armholes so people can see my booblets. (You know I am tiny up top ... 32A!)Anyway, Mum tells me that Justyna had called and wanted to meet Mum and do a recce. She would be bringing Zoe and her camerawoman, who I haven't met yet. I am standing. "That's jazz hands?" I asked. "I just thought those were sneakingaround hands."Sarah shook her head no this time."Come on, let's get my books so we can get out of here," I told her.No more ghostbusting, no more jazz hands. We went upstairs to find mylocker, just chatting about the usual stupid shit. I pointed out thesigns I'd personally made, but they were nothing special; I hadn'ttried to subvert the message or anything. Sarah happily related funnystuff Michelle Cho said that day and this.