Every time Faith caught a glimpse of her hair, saw a bat of her eyelids, watched a bead of sweat roll down her face and onto her chest, it felt like h...er heart was going to beat out of her chest. Her breath caught in her throat and her stomach flipped upside-down and twisted around.Watching Buffy train right now was like dying. The way her body moved caused Faith's throat to close and her mouth go dry. She was seeing stars. It took every ounce of control Faith had not to throw herself at Buffy. Now, you will have to adjust; we will have to go forward without that comfort being afforded to you. That being the case, let's talk about it. What bothers you the worst?" Well, the forgetting..." Do you think you will forget our next encounter? I don't," Armand declared. "It has served its purpose. It allowed you to attempt to meet the standards your parents set for you when outside this room for quite some time. But now that the self-deception has been revealed, you really have no choice. We could all see it up close because while dancing she moved from booth to both and changed places almost every minute or so.The next time around she stepped on the low table in front of us, carefully avoiding the snacks and drinks on the table and moving her legs, arms in the air, her head in trace looking up and slightly backwards.We could clearly see her pussy through the material which was getting already moist and I could smell the beauty and hotness of her lovebox. My cock started to move. The following morning I told Mom I was still not feeling well but the walk the previous afternoon perked me up so would go again. I usually went in through the kitchen door which was at the back of Dot’s house. There was a laneway where our garages were and I was much less likely to be seen than via the front door out on the street. She was expecting me and opened the kitchen door as soon as I reached it. She was wearing a long dressing gown that reached the floor but I knew she was wearing.