And from the tone in her voice, this little tidbit of news was meant to help me relax. I could only wish that was the case.She looked down at my hand ...in my pocket. "You know, the world won't end if you wear your Fetish."Anger flared through me, but I kept it in check and it died just as quickly. I don't know why I was angry. It could have been with her and her persistence regarding my situation, but I knew that wasn't the case. I was angry with myself. I was angry because I couldn't think of a. I was direct when asked questions and didn't mince words. I admitted to some of the dumb things I did as I grew up. I took a seat and listened to those already there. I snuck glances at the other females and was unimpressed. Oh, they were pretty but they had no effect on me and I was able to relax and chastised myself for my earlier behaviour.'It's not like you have been without female companionship. What about those luscious interns at the radio station? How many of them did you bang? How many. Dave rolled his eyes.With a squeeze of his balls and a peck on the cheek, she said, "The water is running, Go right in. But don't get caught." Dave chuckled. "Seriously." Her expression turn stern. "I could be kicked out of the dorm or worse." "Worse?" "I heard a rumor about a freshman who was busted in the shower with her boyfriend by some militant lesbian. The blackmail cost the girl a whole semester's worth of term papers to keep from being reported." "I bet that's just something the older. Now finally the night came and mom came to sleep in my room at 11:30 and locked the room.When I looked at her, she was wearing a night gown and not saree. She came and laid herself beside me. Then I said sorry to her for what happened during the bathing time. She smiled and said its ok. Then I took my hand towards her boobs and started massaging them over the gown. Since I was not able to get an access to her boobs, I askedMe: mom why have u wore this gown. I’m not able to reach your boobsMom:.