“Aha, this will do nicely. Now get out of your clothes.” Dutifully, our hero disrobes and the woman dresses him in the soiled undergarments. �...��There” she exclaims, “just another lady in the Ladies’ Room. Now, kneel down in front of the toilet, I can’t wait any longer.” As he kneels, she lifts her skirt, pulls down her panties and sits down on her throne.Our hero, listening intently, suddenly finds his head grabbed abruptly and his face thrust downward into the woman’s lap. A moment goes. He was not only embarrassed but also proud that I had called her mom beautiful earlier. I cannot say, it was wrong or right but that night, before sleeping I masturbated thinking of Ryan’s mom being naked on my side in my bed. This subject never came back and after a week, we left for college. The college year went on as we struggled with our studies and got struck out by the girls, staying unlucky to score. I never talked of what we saw in Ryan’s backyard but now she was my true fantasy. We. He and his wife would take the first two seats in the left row, and stand quietly as Sharon walked down the aisle. Fred was to be looking down the aisle at his bride. However, he would have a clear view of the President. It would be interesting to see his reaction. Michael Free had been warned of the Presidents’ presence. He was told to be sure Fred didn’t fall on his face. It might ruin his entire day. When she returned home later that evening, Fred had that look in his eyes. ‘Please Fred, not. Thanks Aunt Carol.’ Jon hung up the phone and looked over at Michael with a smile. ‘Come on. I’ll drive.’ Ten minutes later they were in the car and on their way. They did very little talking on the drive down. Ten minutes later Michael was walking into a big office. A middle aged woman sat behind the desk with a smile on her lips. She had brown hair, like her nephew and the same mud colored brown eyes. Her hair was pulled into a tight ponytail and on her nose sat a pair of thin glasses. ‘You.