I looked at her puzzled. "Go on, Jimmy, open it up," she said. I picked up the box and examined it. It was about eight inches wide, six inches tall an... five inches deep. It was wrapped in two layers of plain white wrapping paper so I couldn't read through it. It didn't rattle or make any noise when I shook it either."Open it, you silly boy!" she said again. Mom was more excited about the contents of this box than I was it seemed!I tore open the box -- inside was a brand new professional grade. But lots of nights. It was especially bad when I was unhappy or mad, or afraid about something.”She was quiet for so long that I almost said something.“The other night, when I got in bed with you? That’s the first night I felt like I had my monkey back.”“Thanks a lot,” I groused. I couldn’t help it. I had been reduced to the status of replacement, stuffed monkey.“You don’t understand,” she said, patiently. “I felt complete again for the first time since I threw him away. I felt safe. I felt. “I didn’t mean to make you cry, Valerie. I was just trying to get you to see yourself as I see you. Please don’t cry.”“I’m alright. Do you have anything in here I can use to wipe my eyes? I hate it when I cry, my fucking eyes get so red and swollen.”“I have some clean shop towels in there, they look old, but they’re clean,” I told her and pointed to my glove box before I thought about the matchbox and the money.“Here, let me get them for you,” I said and reached across in front of her. I pulled. And at the angle you are standing . . .if I pull open my diaper . . . you'd probably get to see my COCK . . . am I right?" "Yes!" she said getting more and more aroused as she watched the man manipulate his thick rod, right in front of her. "Well . . . I think we can strike up a bargain . . . and at the same time, let you look at your first big COCK. Here . . . take a quick peak," he said slipping his left thumb into the front of the garment, pulling it outwards and quickly flashing his long.