"Well, as you already know, I'm editing the experiences and exploits of the main character whose memories I am reading through here. One of which was ...one he'd had when he was just about your age in fact. He indicated ... in the story ... how he'd gone into his mother's room to ask her about something. Used to seeing her in various stages of undress, it wasn't uncommon for him to have done so, or even in seeing her partially nude, or even in the nude all together. As he stood there talking to. "remove those pants sissyboy.those will not be a part of ur life anymore" She says... i obediently remove my pants not noticing the pair of panties in her hands.as i lift my head she flings those on my face and tells me to get dressed and meet her in the bedroom.as i came into bedroom,the room was completely dark.From a corner i heard a loud familiar feminine voice... "Come over sissy boy and just fucken do what is told".i comply to her dominating voice.As the room gets bright iam shocked to. There are bands that use our facility.”“Do you think the other guys would be interested?”“Seriously?”“Yes. It would be the easiest way to get things rolling there. Oh, hell, I can always do auditions.”“Look Terry, damn! Paul, you have the talent to get with a good group of musicians and start whatever you want to start. You now have friends in Texas and Kansas City and a major rock act knows you personally. Just do it!”“Ryan, you’re right. I guess I need to get off my ass and just take care of. He responded by saying that he found it very difficult not to hug me while we were unpacking his cases. He went on to tell me about some of the things he’d done with lads from the adjacent farms and I related some of my exploits to him. All the while I was watching the bulge in his speedos gradually increase in size. When it became a full blown boner I asked him if he was thinking of hoisting a sail. He looked down, gasped and rolled over onto his tummy to hide it. It was obvious that he was.