John knew me and he knew I wouldn't let him treat me like a tramp. I knew that what I did was wrong, but I wasn't a tramp or a slut."I'm not seeing an...yone and I never have. It was a one time thing and it happened, but I wasn't seeing anyone. It just happened. I can tell you about it if you want to listen, but if you'd rather take cheap shots at me, I'll wait till you're done." Ah, a good defense is a good offense huh? Well, why don't you tell me all about it and we can both have a big laugh.. Then she started to rub her hand over it very gently and slowly from the tip to the root, occasionally she slipped her fingers over his girth and squeezed gently. His erection grew even more in response to her massaging and he started to gasp in time to her stroking. She realised he was getting too aroused so she walked round behind him and released the towel from around his waist and threw it to one side. Still standing behind him she slid her hands round his waist, down his thighs and then. She was dressed in a loose sweater and jeans but was biting her nails nervously, her blond hair hanging in her face haphazardly. She was lost in her own thoughts until I called her name."No, I didn't know what they were doing down here. I was just upstairs flipping channels and I heard the guy, whose name is Randy by the way, come screaming up the stairs. When I saw the blood on his mouth, I just freaked out and hit him in the head. I didn't mean for him to fall down, but once he did Freddie. During that period mom was avoiding herself from me. She would lock her room at night and never chatted with me. Luckily I have a friend else I would have become mad. One night when I came very late, mother asked me y r u coming late? What is the problem with you. I told her nothing. After sometime, I told her that I’m sorry for my behavior. I should not have done this with you. She immediately started crying. And told me to go. I next morning she said that promise you would not do it again. I.