.. odd sometimes.”“You can say that again,” sighed Misty.“He thinks about things a little differently than most men. He wouldn’t understand ...how you might not want to wear another woman’s clothes.” She looked at his retreating back as he disappeared around a corner. “He means well, though.” She looked Misty up and down. “You’re performing at the festival over in Hutchinson?”“Yes Ma’am,” said Misty. She recognized that she was in the presence of an important woman. She hadn’t seen much of. But the feeling of someone other than myself working my cock felt really good. I got hard immediately. Kevin was well pleased. He told me it was even bigger and better than when he fantasized about me.He stood up and led me to his bedroom, both our cocks standing out before us. Once in his bedroom, he closed the door. “Mikey you beautiful boy, will you please suck my cock? I've been yearning for you for so long. I think I'll be able to last longer and I want to do something with you that I need. I knew mom would never be open to this. On my request and some persuasion, mom used to talk dirty to me some fake stories. Of how she slept with Mr. John Doe and how much she liked it. My God, it used to turn me on like hell and we used to have amazing sex.She used to ponder as to why I have such fantasies. But she just never took it seriously. She just enjoyed making me happy and hard. It went on but eventually got boring to me, knowing that her stories were just made up. I tried to talk her. ‘Wh-what ‘cha mean funny?’ he said, clearing his voice a bit and shifting in his seat as he drove, glancing back in the mirror again. ‘I mean… she has this…. glow about her. She’s overly happy. Now this, this… sick… thing.’ He clearly was nervous, but he didn’t seem wise on to uncovering any plan. Lance wanted to die laughing as he caught on to what Wesley was nervous about. He was relieved that he had no clue about what was really going on. He leaned over some and slapped Wes on the shoulder,.