Maybe the manners, the formality. Or your looks, that handsome, refined face. Humph. God, why can't I shut up? Quit grinning. You weren't that good. W...ell, okay, pretty good. Oh shit."She jumped up and strode quickly into the bathroom, closing the door. I lay there trying to figure out how I felt. It wasn't obvious. I could hear her clinking around, then the toilet flushing. When the door opened, a wave of her perfume rolled out, as she jumped onto the bed and crawled up beside me. "Uh, Bill,. "There are men like that," Martin told her. "I've seen them. Some guy has a real nice piece of ass and all he wants to do is look at her." I can't imagine anything better than fucking," Niven said in a voice that let Martin know she was becoming more and more awake."And neither can Kate," he said. "That young wife wants her husband's cock so bad she can taste it. You were trying to get back to sleep, but I was listening to them. She was so pissed at him for not fucking her that she threw. ‘Hello, Mike.’ I gulped air into tortured lungs. ‘Thank you for singing my song. I really liked it.’ He stood there, stunned, for what seemed an eternity. I felt him begin to open his arms as if to envelop me in a hug, but then he stopped and shook my offered hand in both of his. ‘I never thought…. Why didn’t you tell me? How did you get here?’ The words tumbled from his mouth in quick succession. ‘I wasn’t sure I’d be able to come. I’m at a conference, we finish tomorrow. I didn’t want to. My friend Ravi used to come to our house for studying and often stay at night. We were both about 16 and we slept together on a single bed late at night after studying. We were close to each other so we used to masturbate daily before going to sleep, sometimes holding our own cocks, sometimes masturbating each other. At those times we used to share fantasy stories too. One particular fantasy that we loved to discuss was, we both having sex with my beautiful mother. My mother was 35 and was.