It was a dirty kind of a feeling, knowing he'd had a stiffie, watching Mom's legs. Maybe a shower would do him some good. At least the hot water might...work out some of the kinks he still felt in his arms and legs.Whilst looking down into the porcelain bowl, something caught his eye, lying on the floor, next to the wastebasket. It appeared to be a tissue that hadn't quite made it all the way into the garbage. One one side was a vermillion crescent of lipstick, presumably his mom's.Eric shook the. And I don't wear dresses. I'm a boy!" "Oh, I see. Well you certainly don't look like a boy. You look like avery pretty girl. And from what I could see when I walked in, youenjoyed being a girl when you were playing with your sisters." "Yes, that's true. I did enjoy myself. They're always doing girl stufftogether and I have nobody to play with. To tell you the truth, it'sbeen difficult being the only boy in the house." "I know honey," said Mom reassuringly and gave me a hug. "It's beendifficult. Fred told clare to feel it, she looked at me and i nodded, she put out her hand and lifted the head,its heavy ,clare said not taking her eyes off it, she moved forward on her knees, then with both hands grabbed berts cock, lifting it like she was examining it, feeling the ring with her thumb. i stood there watching my wife handle another mans huge cock, her fingers not reaching around it. bert then stood up so it was easier for clare to handle it, as she was it was getting harder, to the point. And having a nightclub on a resort island did have certain benefits.The 'benefits' showed up between four and five, every weekday afternoon. For the most part they were affluent young housewives who stayed on the island during the summer months. Their husbands worked in the city and only came to see their families on the weekends.As the sun's tanning rays began to dwindle in late afternoon, the bikini-clad women would migrate from the beach to the clubs on the bay side of the island. (The.