‘There is water, soda, alcohol if you like?’ ‘Water would be fine thank you Mr. Tomlin.’ ‘I told you its Paul,’ as he handed her the water... ‘Thank you, Paul.’ ‘Your welcome, Beth.’ They sat there chit chatting for what seemed like a long time, they each learned that the other came from relatively small towns and preferred that lifestyle. They both went to state colleges, earned bachelor degrees in business and in advertising. Paul had 4 brothers and she had 4 sisters. Both their fathers had. They would not call her an 'abnormal' person, they would isolate themselves from her, excommunicate themselves. There would sometimes be a few others who would see her different, they would see her as a delicious wild flower, a deliciously rare wild flower who deserved to chase whatever satisfied her. They had a similar mind and outlook oppression on sexuality however exotic. Unfortunately, these types appeared so rare that she never heard from them, they kept to themselves, chasing and feeding. When we ended our longer than usual hug my m## just grabbed my hard dick gave it a little squeeze and said "I like what I see". At that moment I had excuse myself from there as I had to relieve myself or I would have popped right in front of my mom, so I ran to my room and masturbated. It took my less than a minute to reach orgasm and splashed my juice all over. After calming a little I came down to the kitchen and upon entering the kitchen m## asked me if I felt better. M##! Was all what I. But by the time we got upstairs, I felt more comfortable. He sat next to me on a kitchen stool chatting about the super bowl. He loves football,... which gave me a sudden thought as well. I spent the afternoon strolling through the house as usual, while wearing those shorts. He didn't miss a chance in seeing me in them, and was extra helpful in helping me with the chores that afternoon. A few times I even stopped for something and as I stood those shorts crept right up my ass,...the camel.