" When I finally opened the door he paced around me letting me know he had to go out to do his thing as usual. So I grabbed his leash and hooked it on...as we went out to the grassy area. Once he was done we went inside for both him and I to take a drink of water since it was a hot summer day outside. On days like these we usually stayed indoors and I played with him for a while so he could exercise at least a little for the day. I grabbed a few of his favorite toys and headed to the living room. ..I can tell that you want to fuck me....and that you want...to cum in me."Jeez!! His mother...can hear that? How is he ever going to live that down? Maybe he just has to move out of the house...!"Mom...I'm sorry! I mean I'm really really sorry. You are probably mad at me..." Mad at you? No baby, your mom is not mad at you. Like I just said, it's 100 percent normal. In fact a lot of boys your age have fantasies about their mothers. I'm not mad at all, darling." Not mad?" No, in fact I am. Now i started talking to her more about her interests and hobbies, i started to talk about her cloths and colors. Now more about type of cloths and the way she likes them and i like them. Then i told her i like girls in skirt and top, she asked why i told just like that, she insisted in telling the reasons, for this particular choice, i teased her by saying no i wont tell, then she insisted further, then i told her i will tell her the reason but she has to promise me that she wont be angry,. Her master, Mr. Shillingsworth, was also part owner of the ship, a man in his middling fifties who exuded dignity and competence. Thomas had no qualms entrusting their safety to him.Once out in the channel, the winter weather made for rough conditions. Short squalls and frequent rain showers soon made Thomas relinquish his post and go below decks where he found Mirabel and Florence in the after cabin and being the object of interest and desire of three young officers. Upon his entry – he was.