We still like to dress alike, but my pants have a bulge in the crotch that Makayla does not have. ***
Makayla:
With that he started to thrust, slowly. He is probably hurting from mom’s betrayal. Mike asks me if I am overwhelmed, moving to a new place alone with mom. Maybe it is just a message from my dick. “Are you planning to go to Greenville for college, Mike?”
“I was leaning that way, but I will go wherever you want to go.” I say. I think she is fascinated with how it grows when it gets attention. Neither one seems inclined to budge on the issue. Mike was miserable, and made me miserable checking in on me at every opportunity. I love the feeling of my breasts pressed into his bare chest. I woke up with the strangest sensation, after having a peculiar dream. In turn, I probably pick up just a little of Makayla’s feminine graces. She continues to kiss me, panting a little, and at the same time her hips grind into me.
