She was quiet for a few seconds, trying to determine which moment I was referring to, her breasts shaking a little from the motion of the bus. "What do you mean, it was you?"
"We switched rooms. I was with you, Connor was with his Mom."
She was silent. Her face slowly flooded with color, blushing and blushing.
"You mean..."
I nodded. Mom turned away, looking somewhere else and I fell silent.
I opened the book again and read one of the last paragraphs of the first chapter before shoving it into my backpack.
"All doubts of mothers immediately disappeared as soon as they tasted the sweet, young love of their sons. This love was nothing compared to what their old, incapable husbands could give them."
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Life went on. We never discussed what happened. Neither of us wanted to. Connor stop
