Will you do that for me?"I hesitated because I didn't really want to commit to what she was asking. I loved her and didn't love Emily. I liked Emily. ...But I knew Chelle would not take no for an answer. "Sure." Thank you," she said. "Maybe I can give her some tips on how to give a good blow job."We both laughed. "Maybe," I agreed. I took her into my arms. "You know I love you." I know. I need to learn to deserve it now."I didn't know what to say to that. I squeezed, and we feel asleep curled. Blunt, my dear reader, was my adopted mother's personality.I finished my core classes and began my first of two work-study jobs, my gardening project around the school grounds, at the same time most others in the senior class were going to lunch. Weeding, mulching and planting fall flowers and laying out the beds for the spring bulbs took me from the start of school year in the end of August straight through Halloween. The colder months stalled my first job, and brought new challenges for my. When he pulled up his line, there it was. A shark! It wasn’t as scary as I thought though. It was only about a foot and a half long and honestly it was kind of cute. Gavin took it off the line and held it for me while I cautiously took a look at it. ‘Do you want to pet it?’ he asked me. ‘I’m not sure. What if it bites me?’ ‘I got him Jayna, you don’t have to afraid. I promise it will be fine’ he said as he looked me right in the eyes. I took a cautious step forward and stuck my hand out. My. "Christie, honey. Think. Don't be too quick." Mom, you were just..blowing him!" We're adults. We're both alone. I felt..." You felt you owed him. How do you think I feel?" And all this time Christie was letting her hand glide up and down my cock. I was trapped, in an awkward, but sexually stimulating way. Bev was still kneeling between my legs eye level with my cock. Her daughter had my cock in hand and had pulled the towel off her head. She smiled at me, her wet hair falling around her face..