”Mel ran her hand up my thigh. “You sure?”“Well, maybe not…”“And another thing,” continued my darling daughter. “He loves music. Whi...ch is fine, but he really loves it. To the point where he will tell you who sang what song, the year it was released, band member’s names, what bands they used to be in, it’s really annoying. Oh, and he plays air guitar, it’s so stupid.”“Thanks, honey!” I was getting embarrassed. She was really helping me out. Yep.“So you’re like a savant then?” Mel asked.“Yeah, an. Its a big house secluded and set back we pull up they show me in giving me the phone, but its out of order too posibly a cable down with the storm.they ask where i live which is about an hour and a half away and suggest i stay the nyt have a shower and get dried, i thank them as they show me the bathroom to get sorted, i run the shower getting undressed i am alerted to feeling like im being watched,i look round semi naked as im brought a towel feeling their eyes wandering over my body im. So if he wanted to get better acquainted I was ready to give the boy a show. I have this pair of well-worn sweats that are two sizes too small but stretch really nicely over my bloated meat and bubble butt when I stuff my package down my left leg. Many a night I’ve blown my load in these sweats playing with my huge bulge in front of a mirror. I know the effect of seeing my own bulge so I’m really interested in how Bobby will react. Problem is after all the saline I infused and the overnight. In high school I met a boy some years older than me. He was a great friend, we used to go to his house to play videogames since I didn't have a console. One day he started dating a girl, and we started to talk about porn and sex (I was virgin, so I was really interested in that topic). We eventually ended watching some porn. I had some magazines, but no videos, so it was awesome to go to his house, play for a while with the console and then watch some porn films. We jerk off several times.