One day Paul was getting the mail when he got a strange letter from the local television studio. "Mom, look at this," Paul said as he walked into the...house. Salem, a Calico cat waited at the front door and followed him into the kitchen. "We've been invited to be on some game show." "The game show is to test the knowledge of mothers and daughter teams," Paul's mom said as she took the letter and read it. "It's a shame I don't have a daughter instead of son." "It would have been nice to be on. “Oh, don't cry!” I said, and moved over to the sofa, next to him. “Here, come here!” I took him in my arms and held him, and while he hugged me and sobbed, I kissed his wet face, and stroked his soft hair. Still sobbing, he kissed my cheeks and my forehead, and when I dried his tears with the back of my hand, he kissed my lips over and over again. I held his head and kissed him. His tongue went in between my lips. It was wet and warm, and I answered his kisses without hesitation. He pressed. I smiled back. He looked to be about six feet three inches tall with a nice muscular physique but not bulky muscled and I was sure as small as his waist was that he probably sported a nice six-pack stomach. After that dance I thanked the guy dancing with me and did a little sexy strut back to the bar where I’d been sitting and let the Cuban guy see me give him a quick glance. He came over and offered to buy me a drink and I said, “Okay.” I thanked him for the drink but didn’t give him much eye. In the half-light I could see he was looking at my naked body and I said, "I want to watch as you suck me this time". He was obviously shocked and said, "you were awake?... both times?... you knew you were licking my cum off your lips?". I just smiled and said I enjoyed what he had done but wanted to take part now, not pretend to be asleep. He threw off his sheet and moved over and I sat on his bed next to him. He told me he was into cock but not kissing guys or fucking asses. I said that was.