Adult Blogs: ALL REALITY PASS tried not to think about it. If I thought about it, I would want to jack?off thinking about it, and that would be no good. It was my friend's fucking mom! I was strong enough to resist, I kep telling myself. I watched some TV in my empty house and soon had, well, not forgotten it, but at least put it into the back of my mind.
Just as I was finally the relaxing, the phone rang. It was her. "Look Johnny," she said before I could even get a word in, "I'm really sorry about that. I didn't intend for that to, I mean. . ."
"Mrs., I mean, Claire, I didn't mean to run out, I shouldn't have barged in, I mean. Well, I don't know, I'm sorry if I was rude I guess but you know, the situation. . ."
"No need to explain Johnny," she cut me off. She sounded more relaxed and controlled now. "Look, can you come back over here, I feel weird talking about this on the phone."
Back over there? That was the last place I wanted to be. But it did seem reasonable. I tried to argue, but five minutes later found myself walking up the path to the Millers' door.
The door swung open before I knocked; she'd been waiting for me. "Hi, John. Come in."
