I love Donna because she is Donna, not because she is like you. Even if a thought of you crosses my mind when I'm with her, I would never touch Donna ...because I'm thinking of you. I'll touch her because I love her. Are you okay with that, sweetheart?" See? You are just the best boyfriend ever. To all of us!"We were well into the first week of basketball practice and I was dragging my butt to school an hour early in the mornings to meet Whitney for our martial arts workout—what she called Tai. Now he reached round from the back and cupped my balls with one hot and soapy hand as he massaged the full length of my tool –up and down, up and down while his rock hard dick was probing at my ass cheeks. No one had ever done this to me before and I couldn’t believe it was feeling so good. “OH man!” I groaned; “you are sure learning fast.” Brett kept this rhythmic movement going slowly as his hard cock poked in and out of my crack. As he pushed in, the tip of the head gently touched my hole. I just needed them to hold still for a few moments and I can do the rest from memory or on the fly.” That made it even more amazing. From that day on either I was at his house, or more often he was at mine. We painted, shared techniques and I felt I had someone I could get close to. By the time school was out, he talked me into posing for a nude study for him. It was a frontal pose where I was stepping out of the shower. Because of the angle my unit was hidden by my right leg. It wasn’t erotic. I sure had a crazy experience though.”“Really Mom? how’s that? Did someone make a pass at you or something?” Alicia asked.“No, but I sure felt like they did. When I turned around, there was no one there. Then when I got to the checkout, there were items in my cart that I sure didn’t remember putting there.”“Maybe they fell in there when you went by. What were they?” Alicia asked, she knew where this was going.“Well, I looked at three pair of really racy panties and decided again not to get.