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Mom Loves Not Her Daughters

Date: 7/7/2017, Categories: Shemales, Taboo, Author: BeeJay69, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

really folded up in each other. And that was the first time I'd danced slow with a guy. It was interesting, to say the least. It was quite a bit like dancing with Michelle (less sexy, of course) and he led me with no problem. He was an excellent dancer and the only difficulty was keeping up with him when he did something fancy. He switched off from dancing pretty normally, to having my hand on his shoulder and his head against mine, to having both arms around me with one hand on the back of my bra and the other low on my waist in a slowly moving hug. It hadn't been very long before he kissed me and from then on he whispered things or hummed songs in my ear or kissed my neck. Of course, I got turned on, hardened in the rings somewhat, softened because of the reminder, and generally got messed up about the whole situation. "Dixie?" he said in my ear. "Do you like me?" "Uh huh," I responded. "A lot." "I've never been with anyone I liked as well as you, Dixie," he whispered into my ear. And that's when I realized that, at least for him, it was getting serious. And I realized that we really had a problem. Going out as a girl was one thing. Going out with somebody you liked was necessary. Why go out otherwise? But getting involved was something entirely different. He must have sensed the change. "What's wrong?" he asked. I knew I should tell him and I know what I should tell him. But I had no idea what his reaction to my news would be. I knew it wouldn't be good. It was just how ... bad it would be. Yelling and screaming? Amazement? Stunned rejection would be good. Screaming outrage would not be real great in a room filled with a few dozen other people. "I think we need to talk. Somewhere private. Okay?" "Sure." He stopped, still holding me and looking around the room for something. He seemed to locate it and moved us across the room. I saw Paul then, just before we got to him. "Paul," he said softly when we got to him. "Dixie and I need to talk. Is there some place quiet?" "Sure. Yeah. Go upstairs. The second door on the right is my room. And, if there's somebody already up there, go to the end of the hall. My parents' room. Okay?" "Thanks, Paul," he said and led me through the mash of people to the stairway I'd noticed when we came in. "Okay?" he asked and I nodded, biting my lip with nervousness. His hand was in the middle of my back as he urged me upstairs and stopped in front of Paul's door. He listened at it like a spy, looking at me. Then he grinned. "Busy," he said and put his arm around me again to move on down the hallway. I let him guide me and listen again at the door of the room at the end of the hall. Smiling again, he turned the knob and opened the door onto total darkness. "Light or no light?" he said with a grin. "Light," I answered, taking a deep breath. This was really going to be hard and I dreaded it. But it just wasn't fair for him not to know. To keep going out with me and expecting something there was no way I could deliver. It was ...