“Yeah mom we're both here.” “Were gonna order pizza since everyone's too lazy to cook, you guys want the usual?”“Yep mom, sausage and pepper...oni like always.”“Ok that's all I wanted, you can go back to whatever you were doing,” she said and giggled.I didn't wanna go back to what we were doing, I wanted it to go back to when we first came down here and avoid that whole conversation, but I knew it wasn't gonna happen. I hated this, we almost never fought, so when it did happen neither of us knew. She unclipped the bra, holding it too her, slipping the shoulders from the straps then revealing herself to his amazed gaze, standing in just knickers, hands at her sides as he reached out to fondle her left nipple a look of amazement etched on his face, like a c***d watching a magician, his fingers striking cold on the rigid nub, his fingertip tracing the tender areola in an inquiring circle.She stood shuddering from the light touch, her sex wet from the erotic effect of this young lad seeing. The first thought that scurried through my mind was Shit. Does this guy EVER lay off? My phone had been occasionally pestered by this guy and his hypersexual advances, and I had decided that I would not let this guy anywhere near me – let alone fuck me. At least, until I got extremely horny. I decided to respond to his texts, since he didnt look that bad over his picture, and I hadnt had any sex within the past few days. Looking back on the experience, it was seriously a bad move on my part.. Even when she wears a bikini she doesn't need a wax. Her clitoris is quite prominent and extends when she is aroused. She loves me to suck on it and it will swell up quite quickly. It is incredibly sensitive and she is capably of multiple orgasms when I suck and lick it – often five or six in a row.As I mentioned in the last story, Ann drinks – not that often but when she does she gets quite drunk. Maybe she just can't handle her liquor. She seems to have no resistance to it at all. A few days.