However, to meet me, I don’t look like the gym-rat type. I have a slight paunch on my belly, along with a body that doesn’t scream muscular. I’d...made a few casual friends but no one I’d entrust anything important to.Nevertheless, I was here late at night due to obligations during the day, and hadn’t seen anyone I knew. It’s not like I joined to find friends, but it is easier to endure the pain when you see someone struggling as much as you.I’d done my half-hour on the treadmill and was making. This made the two us very close. I had never known mom to go on a date, if she did she kept very secret. Mom and I could talk about anything with each other, including sex. So I as entered puberty I began to ask a lot of questions and mom answered them. One time when I was asking about viginas and peckers and how all that works, mom showed me her beaver to help explain what it was all about. Then mom kind of got me into internet porn, I think because I was starting to follow her around a little. So there is no sex. Try one of my other stories. This story is the fictional product of my (and Milo’s?) imagination. Any resemblance to people, dead or alive, is purely coincidental. ***** Milo Milo O’Connor was the eighth child of Sean and Mary O’Connor. They always thought it lucky he was born on Christmas day, even though he was premature and underweight. They were a devout protestant family living in Belfast. Sean was purchasing officer at the shipyard. It was not unknown for crates of. She led me into the bathroom and I saw that one of the nozzles had come loose and it was shooting water everywhere. I got in the tub and threaded it back in while it shot water all over both of us. I finally got it in and the water to stop squirting everywhere. We were both now completely soaked. She had on a pair of shorts and her shirt. I could tell that she did not have anything on under her clothes. I was in shorts and a shirt also and was equally soaked. She said she was about to get in.