I was just thinking those very thoughts that you have expressed. As I listened to you tonight, I thought to myself, my mum is an ally someone whom I c...an share things with and can talk to when I have problems or need advice."As I said this, I could see tears springing to my mother's eyes."Oh Becky darling," she said. "You don't know how happy it makes me to hear you say that." Oh yes I do," I replied, "For it makes me just as happy to know that I can do it."She pushed me away with a sniffle and. They went to Cape town for a few days and He asked if I minded looking after the house while they were away. Not minding at all, being young and rather happy to have some freedom away from my parents for a few nights I accepted to look after their house. I dropped them off at the airport midday Wednesday saying goodbye to my girlfriend and her family and head back to their home being rather excited to have my freedom. On the way back home to their place I stop at the local bottle store getting. I was standing under a streetlamp a few feet away from them. I could feel them eyeing me from the darkness."Hi" I managed, trying to sound friendly. I was shocked to hear how high and girlish my voice sounded."Aksed you a question…you a faggot?"A short, heavyset black man in a big leather coat shifted in the shadows. I could see him glaring hostiley at me. I thought I'd piss my panties right then."Please," I stuttered, "don't hurt me. My wife wants me to do this. She wants me to give one of you. Bryan hadhis arms straight up in the air, holding the remote as high as he could ,but also giving Jamal easy access to the boy's smooth body. Jamal tookadvantage of this, and had slide his hands up under my sons shirt, and itlooked like he was feeling up my sons smooth body more than tickling. ThenI noticed Jamal making small thrusts with his hips as the boy continued towiggle against the hunky African American man. Bryan, leaning back againstthe strong frame of the man, was giggling.