‘I showed you mine, now you show me yours’ and ‘you fucked me, now I have to fuck you’. It was so wonderful by the time I graduated from high ...chool and got admitted in the college with a nice scholarship but because of the distance I had to be living in a dormitory which was an all-male facility and for at least 1 ½ year, there was a lots of gay sex to enjoy but it was all hushed up. Spencer was my true confidant and lived exactly across from my room. For some reason, some of the rooms were. If the smell was pleasant? Eww!Back to coffee. If anyone figures out how to make coffee taste as good as it smells? I understand the Germans are working on it.But breakfast? I suppose it was my fault. It started in Michigan. Mom was sick and I was being helpful ... she ate it. I don’t know how ... I wouldn’t. She did. When she recovered ... which I think the breakfast had a lot to do with ... she called all us kids in the kitchen and said, “You need to learn to cook. I might not be here and you. ” He laughed. Claire was relieved as she stopped hopping. Her skin now feeling warm with light sweating. “So how did the pants feel?” He asked “They were amazing sir.” Claire lied “they felt very supportive.” “Where did you feel the support the most?” “Umm, all over.” She replied. “If you had to pick one part of your body? I only ask so I know what we’re doing right, and wrong with these suits.” “If I had to pick, probably my backside.” Claire said sheepishly“You’re what? Remember Claire this. I really ran up the balance on Vladimir's credit card.It was close to two AM when I got home. I figured at this late hour any drama would be postponed until daylight. I would not have been surprised to find all my stuff in the yard but everything was quite. I went up the stairs and went to bed. Lusty dreams of Mother kissing me in her black negligee were disturbed by visions of Alec frying my dismembered cock in a skillet like bacon.Mother knocked on the my bedroom door, "Justin get up, its.