He needed his mom!Richard struggled to break free from the spell that held him helpless. The lady once again seemed to hover as she moved effortlessl...y through the wall.Again, Richard fell into a deep but troubled sleep. The sun was just peeking above the horizon when Richard woke. His first act was to carefully peek from under the covers. Whew, it was his room. Richard jumped from the bed and headed to the place on the north wall where the lady had disappeared. His purposeful stride. Stopping in her bedroom last I pushed her onto her bed and moved on top of her. Our lips touch and mouths opened to kiss allowing our tounges to touch again for the first time since last December.As I laid on top of her making out I ran my hand over her leg feeling her motherly firm toned legs. Our lips aparted and we stood up and started stripping each other. Taking off her bra revealing to me her 38 year old tits. My pants and jocks came off releasing my hard cock and she then moved me to lay. Well, let's just say, I'm not surprised that I didn't put my nose in there and find that one," said Anne."Me either," said David. He sat back on the couch and held his scarf blindfold over his aching cock."We had better do the other two couples at the same time," suggested Sally. "Otherwise, there are a finite number of places to hide the pins and the last couple would have an advantage. Who goes with whom?" I'm number two," said Bart."Me too," said Melba just a bit too eagerly for Anne's. I was born on a cold February morning. The 29th to be exact. Leap day. My mother, a young, d**g addicted prostitute, snuck out of the hospital later that evening, leaving me behind. All she left me was my name. A constant reminder of her disdain for me. I guess she could have been crueler. She could have had me someplace other than a hospital and left me in a dumpster. Later in life, I've come to believe that she didn't leave me. She let me go.Anyway, here I am. An infant boy born prematurely.