A cock loving bottom slut is how my fuck buddies refer to me.Nathan was the oldest of the group of guys I hung out with in the neighborhood. Nate, as ...we all called him, always bragged about how big his dick was and I would always get caught looking right at his packed crotch. I was the youngest;thin 5'8", with a "kind-of" swimmers build but a real nice small ass that filled out the cutoff jeans I loved to wear in the summer. Nate was early 20's and the other three guys had just turned 20 and I. “Sorry Spencer, I didn’t mean to spill my coffee. I mean, I didn’t mean to spill it on you. I mean I am heading to class right now, I’m sorry.” Bethenny stuttered as she hurried to class. Spencer felt the bulge in his jeans grow watching Bethenny’s breasts bounce as she ran up the stairs to class. Adjusting himself, he followed her up the stairs. Following her into the classroom, Spencer watched as Bethenny slid into a seat on the edge of class, attempting to evade the steely gaze of Professor. I declined an invitation to the ball but instead sent Otto. I knew he had formed an attachment with a local girl, and conjectured he would benefit more than I from any social intercourse during the evening, which it seems he did.In order to wet the new King’s head I donated a tun of strong ale, and a puncheon of scrumpy, to the men’s canteen. Even the most hardened of topers in the Lincoln Imps had learned to treat the latter beverage with respect during their stay in Somerset. A quart of. I agreed.“Mom is smart”, I said to myself.Also, we had made a list of all the prospective female clients we were going to send the pictures to. It was just a matter of time and I was feeling an uncomfortable tingle on my manhood but decided to ignore it.I set up the camera in the bedroom while mom changed into the first saree in the other room.“I am ready”, mom said and walked up in an orange saree with a silk blouse. She looked stunning. I pointed the camera at her and took a few pictures..