WHEN HE STOOD UP TO GREAT ME HE ONLY HAD A TIGHT PAIR OF SWEATs ON WITH NO SHIRT, BRIEFS OR SOCKS. HIS BBC WAS SOOO FUCKING BIG AND JUICY THROUGH THEM... PANTS. I KNEW HE WAS TRYNA CETCH ME EYE STUCK ON HIS HUGE BBC DICK PRINT. WHILE I WAS PUTING MY PROPERT AWAY I WAS SITTING DOWN IN THE CHAIR NEX TO THE TOILET. HE CAME CLOSER AND TOLD ME I DIDNT HAVE TO MOVE. HE WASNT STANDING STRAIGHT ON TO ME OR THE TOILET BUT IF HE TOOK A PISS I COULD SEE. AT FIRST IT LOOKED LIKE HE WAS PLAYING WITH HIS BBC. I think I'll enjoy it as much as you will. And Steve, you don't have to worry about touching me. I generally don't care for men, but I'm rapidly coming to the conclusion that you're a special case. Now let's stop talking about this and get down to it."Theresa stood, then helped Conseula to her feet, putting her arm around her. Steve rose as well, and took the other side of Conseula, putting his arm around her as well. True to her word, as the back of his hand brushed her side, Theresa just. Then I glance up. I see you standing above me, fresh from the shower. Your wet hair is wrapped in a towel and you’re smiling. You loosen the belt of your silk robe and let it fall open. You take the magazine away. Keeping your eyes on mine, you move closer, straddling my legs. Now I can see the shadows of fine veins under the skin of your belly. Your pubic hair is still damp. Your navel is level with my mouth. I dart my tongue into it playfully. You move forward and put your hands on my. "Oh come on Mike you know mommy ain't a virgin for god's sake!" she laughed. I realised that mom was more than a little drunk and that I was not for from drunk myself. I giggled a little myself. "Ok mom; more info than I need ok? Just keep going with the war paint ok? I giggled back at her. Mom took some time applying Max Factor 'Lasting Colour' lipstick to my lips. I watched intently in the mirror as she applied the base coat carefully just outside of my lip-line and my lips suddenly appeared.