. but I don't think she'll agree... and it feels kinda weird too”“Who is it? We can take my car and pick her up!”“No need for that...”“No ...need for that? Why, she has her own car? Can we call her instead?”“Uh... yes, but... no. Well... do you promise me you won't laugh at me, or think I'm weird?”“Of course not, we're buddies, right?”“Right. Well, I was thinking... you said it has to be someone that loves me and we could trust our secret... well... I... uh... my mom loves me and we can trust. I still couldn’t quite figure her out though as I found her to be hot one day and cold the next. Our experiences went from a hand job to a quick blowjob in the ladies room to me finally fucking her in the back of my car. We were both constantly on the alert making certain no one saw us. One evening Julie allowed me to photograph her in a bunch of different poses. My favorite was her bent over with a giant dildo up her ass while she masturbated. Every time I looked at this photo later, I could. With her been the size she was it wasn't long before she toppled backwards. As she did so the crack of her ass rubbed gently past my nose and in her struggle to stabilize herself her arm brushed over my semi errect dick. She noticed and turned to me and said "I see you enjoyed helping me there". Not quite knowing what to say in reply I stuttered as I tried to find my words and again went bright red. "It's alright. You don't have to say anything. Your face says it all" she quipped, sniggering to. “Uh yes, Marit, yes, I noticed you in the garden”. Much to my embarrassment my cock was swollen again in my pants and she noticed that. “Did you masturbate on me, neighbor?”, she asked with a smile on her face. “Well, uh”, I started to stammer and again I got a face-slap. “Yes, Marit, I masturbated when I was looking at you”, I immediately answered. What the fuck is going on, I thought. She handed me a piece of paper and a pen and told me to write down my email address. Before I knew it I did.