Mark draped his mother's panties across his face and unzipped his pants. His cock was aching at this point and he wanted to stroke it slowly with the ...taste of his mother in his mouth. He slowly pulled his pants to his knees and lowered his boxer briefs inch by inch. The length and mass of marks cock began to emerge. After pulling his boxers down to nearly his knees, marks cock finally sprung free. The full nine inches of his dick popped straight to attention.Aroused beyond belief by the. "I mean I have decided not to wait any longer." Karen, are you sure?" Very sure. Erik, I love you. No, no, I can't say it's permanent, but I do love you. And I want you. I want you to take me, make love to me." Then I had to add, "Unless you want to wait longer."Just as seriously he looked at me. "Karen, I feel the same way. I love you. I need you, I want you. I just want to make sure it's what you really want. I don't want to push you." You're not. I decided, have thought about it, and still. I’d still love him. I’m dedicated to him and his growth as a boy and someday as a man. I’d give anything for him. No questions. I want him to live a long, happy life, and I’ll do anything I can do to help him get that. That’s motherly love. I’m not even sure what romantic love is. I read somewhere that before a person can say ‘I love you’ with conviction, they must first be able to say the ‘I’. It took me thirty-three years, but I think I’m finally learning who I am. I’m finally seeing myself. Why would Julie have left with two black guys?I was walking back to the table I'd been sitting at and as I passed by another table I heard a snatch of conversation, "... Bobby Joe got a party going up in room 623 and he..." I tried to remember if there was more than one Bobby Joe in our class and while I wasn't positive, I was pretty sure that there was only one. Did Julie leave to go to a party without telling me, or was I so wrapped up in talking to my friends that I didn't hear her. I didn't.