go away, it’s late.” My mom responds trying to match his tone of loud whisper. I try and block out their sounds but it ‘s not working, the part of my brain that’s trying to block them out is fighting a losing battle against the part that is trying to focus on them. XXX Tube “Morning honey.” she responds obviously trying the same. “Are you touching yourself right now? …Me too…I’m wearing my pink panties…You know the ones…Yeah those ones…I’m not wearing a bra. I hear her window slide open and the shambling noises outside turn into shambling noises inside as he climbs into her bedroom. She’s not catty and mean and superficial like them. you seem sort of distant lately.”
“Thank’s mom, I’d like that.” The bad mood from last night seems to lift from me completely, this is the mother I remember, this
