I am uncut so my foreskin is in its natural position and covering the head of my throbbing head. I take a hard grip and begin the first couple of stro...kes. I grasp so tightly and maneuver to work the healthy foreskin that my exotic cock was equipped and built with up and down my hard cock. As I stroke upwards, the foreskin surrounds the head of my penis and feel so wondrous. On the downward stroke, my fist hits the bottom of my ab muscles and the front of my balls and the foreskin is completely. Mom came back down and was dressed to the Ts. A slinky low cut dress and no bra,and it was so short you could see the top of her stocking when she bent over. Damn Mom! I exclaimed. Thank you, she said. Thats what I was going for. Tonight Son Your a Man! And I havent Been out on the town with a man in years so I thoght I'd go all out. She was fucking Hot! It was strange to me that I never looked at her like this before, I had never thought of her round 32Cs as sexy, I had never thought of her. I was beautiful, sure...I wasn't "big",no...well, I was big, but just in certain places. I guess if Tami was aclassical dancer, I was more, um...exotic?Tami was curved, yet sleek; I was curved, then curved again, then aSunday drive through the Alps' worth of more curves added on for goodmeasure. She was classically beautiful, but I was voluptuous; hermidriff toned, mine with a noticeable layer of "baby fat", or whateveryou'd want to call it. Tami's chest was probably just about a C-cup, ifI had. His needs outweighed mine. That’s why I never really got all that upset over it. It wasn’t a matter of who you loved more, but who needed you more.”“So how does that apply to Eric and Tim?”“Eric was there for Timmy when we weren’t,” Suzi said as gently as she could. “Now Timmy doesn’t need Eric because he has us again, but at times Eric sort of needs Timmy. You don’t turn your back on someone when they need you like that.”“So you’re saying anything Tim does that looks to me like he cares more.