I described Jennifer as the main girl I dated, but said at this point we weren’t going steady. I talked about my relationship with my sister and how...good it was, and that I did have some problems with my brother that I usually resolved by ignoring his troublemaking and using my room as an occasional refuge.That seemed to satisfy them. The final question was about my relationship with my parents. I told them that with my dad it was about as good as could be between a 15-year-old son and a. ..quien nos las tiene o las ha tenido alguna vez unas de las mias seria...quedar con mi pareja una tarde en casa. Yo me quedaria en una silla sentado con las manos atadas y los ojos vendados y ella arreglandose perfumandose y poniendose bien sexy, yo ya estoy un poco excitado solo de pensar lo que está haciendo en su habitación... oigo como se calza los zapatos de tacon, por el ruido al andar sus tacones deben de ser altos y finos eso me excita todavia más. Siento sus pasos se esta acercando yo. I had not been home more than a half an hour when my phone rang, and it was him. He was going to stop by in a few minutes. I could feel my dick stir in my pants with anticipation. By the time he got there I would be hard, no doubt.As he walked in, he asked for a beer, which I quickly gave him. Even though he was under the drinking age at twenty, chances are he’d spend the night anyway, so I wasn’t worried about him driving intoxicated. I also grabbed a beer, and we sat on the sofa again. I pushed him on to the bed and his mighty cock looked like some flagpole sticking straight up in to the sky. I wanted and needed that cock in my fanny soon but tonight was about my son’s needs and what he wanted.I stood at the bottom of the bed, squeezing my corset-covered tits to give him a little show before kneeling in between his legs. He was as hairy as his mom but his cock and balls were shaved as smooth as silk.I took his manhood in my hand and began to wank him, each stroke fetched more.