Sweetie I'm not trying to pry, but you're my son, my baby, and I love you so much. I just wanted to know something about the... person... who you obvi...ously are excited by."Robby gave a sigh of relief. She didn't actually THINK he was gay, but because he wouldn't name names she got off on the wrong track. Maybe he could salvage the situation after all."OK, look. It's just weird talking to my mother about why I have a hardon, OK? But it's NOT because of some GUY! OK? Let's get that straight right. Laying there, with her new fiancé, she smiled as the two stared into one another’s eyes, and as he played happily with her large bosoms. She could tell he was having a fantastic time too. Life seemed good as his index finger rolled about one or the other of her nipples. She’d murmur sweet nothings as she felt pleasured throughout it all. Finally, he leaned in and kissed one of them. She loved that! He took hold of one and sucked on it more charitably then she could ever expect. Her hormones,. You know, cutting in line."She thought that a bit strange, since there were only two people behind her, who did not seem to mind. But she said, "Fine. Whatever." She took him to the back of the line. "There, is that better?"He followed her, but looked around nervously. "Um ... yeah. Cool. So, uh ... what's up?"His actions made her increasingly suspicious. She felt offended, since it seemed obvious that he didn't want to be with her but couldn't find an excuse to get away. But then she happened. I have plenty of my own ideas. That’s the easy part. The difficult part is developing a story around the idea, so I have always declined to dive into writing someone else’s idea.A few weeks ago, however, I was contacted by a young lady. In her email to me, she avoided giving any hints as to what her story idea entailed. Quite the contrary, she said only that she would like me to hear “her story”, and consider writing it. After verifying with her that it was indeed “her story”, I asked her to.