If those facts don't change your world view something is wrong with you." Do you two have to be talking this early in the morning?" grumbled Helen.I g...anced over at her, and then looked back at the Master and reaching out poked his cheek. He remained dead to the world and I turned back to Helen, "It's not bothering the Master." It's bothering me," she groaned and turning back around she collected half of the comforter on the bed and disappeared.Shaking my head I slowly began to disentangle. She was in her early twenties and exceptionally good on the eye, with long blonde hair and a body to die for. I may have kept away from women since I'd met Jane, but that had never stopped me looking, admiring and even fantasising. Jenny was always looked at and admired, even occasionally featuredin my fantasises."Sorry sir!" She shouted as I walked past. "That door is for staff only!"I turned sharply, only to see her grinning at me."Who's the new look for?" She asked, maintaining her grin."No. . you've lost a bit of stiffness, I'll help buck it up.”Mom uses the terrycloth to rub me on my genitals, but then simply drops the fabric and begins to fondle me. I am amazed at the turn around of her attitude and the turn of events, but know I am still tiptoeing on eggshells, as she is 'choking my chicken'. “Why didn't you ask your father what size his dick is?”“Because I didn't want to seem to be queer. You know how it is.”“Well, I thought you asked me, because perhaps you wanted to have. I got dressed quickly, just throwing on a t-shirt and some old jeans over my panties. I didn't bother with a bra, brushed my hair and headed for the kitchen. I'd been tired before, and I still was a little, but I was home now. I'd had a nice hot shower and I was home. I liked it. I liked making breakfast for my dad. I know it sounds dumb, but just being away for the one night made me miss him and coming home, that was always nice for me."I got your coffee right there." I pointed at the little.