So where are we doing this cute stuff? Oww.”For some reason, I had squeezed Alice’s arm hard when she called Charlie cute stuff. She looked to me ...then her eyes flew wide and she looked angrily at Charlie. She would have said something then and there but thankfully Jazz was saying something to him.“He’s not the guy that said that stuff to me. You don’t need to be mad. It was a different guy.” I whispered to her.At first, she didn’t look as if she believed me. She had been trying to figure out. I really missed sucking him. I took his balls in my mouth and honestly don’t remember much else for a few minutes. While he lay on his back I took lube and wet my anus before I climbed over him and rubbed his cock head on my hole. It felt very big but I got the head inside a little and before I had to take it out. I was frustrated that I may not be able to take it all. I was disappointed. But he laid me on my back and while I played with my cock he fingered my hole for a few minutes. The. Ifound my keys in my purse and quickly got in the car. She got in and Iasked her what was with the video."I thought you might like to see yourself."I have to admit, the thought did have me interested. In all of ouroccasions dressing me, we rarely took pictures and never video. She hadexperience with video equipment from her communications course work for herdegree.We headed out to the nail salon. When we arrived we went to the front deskand were told we would have to wait a minute or two. . So I did what any red blooded boy would do in the same circumstances – nothing. My mother made the next move, she moved her hand from where it was grasping my wrist and covered my hand, pressing it to her breast, moving it so her nipple was under my fingers then she let go. Heaven! I moved my hand and that little bud grew larger so I rubbed it feeling the hardness of it surrounded by the softness of her breast. Not for one minute had I, up to that point entertained any sexual feelings towards.