Never changing. The one constant he could depend upon. When did they start? Who could say. Perhaps they started when he was very small and his mother ...gave him a little yellow bear. A smiling bit of fluff and cotton that he could hold close when his Daddy drank too much and became the angry man. When his large, calloused hands would curl into fists and try to beat the innocence out of the tiny boy. Perhaps they started in third grade, when a horsey faced teacher would read to the class, after. I switched to my sleeping clothes, which were small tight boxers and a tank top. I lay in bed waiting to hear mom getting fucked but it didnt happen. Mom walked into the room as I was about to fall asleep. She was wearing her thong and push-up bra only. Mom,how did you like Tylers parents? Me,they are ok, I guess. How do you know his mom? Mom,she is my hairstylist. Me,seems like Tylers dad really likes you. We both laugh and mom says,felt like it. Me,where is Bill. Mom,he came over to say hi,. She bent over wrapping that gift again as she wiggled her hips causing the skirt to start sliding down her legs. I helped it down until it hit the floor. She stepped out of it. This left her wearing only black lace top stockings. I asked where her panties were and she replied she was not wearing any today…Then I sat down on a recliner, as my sweet wife finished with the wrapping. Ana turned around to me, took off the red sweater and approached to me.She leaned down placing her hands on the arms. In my next few moves I grabbed several more pieces. Hector finally accepted his hopelessness and resigned.The bell rang. Lunch was over. Hector left quickly. I picked up all my plastic chessmen and put them in a plastic bag that I carried in my backpack. I folded my cardboard chessboard and tucked it under my arm."Would you like to learn?" I asked."Me?" Sophia replied."Why not?" I can't learn that." Sure you can. I'll teach you." You would?" Sure. You could try it out and if you don't like it,.