“No,” I replied. “And if I let you do this, I would like everyone– especially my parents– to somehow know what has happened to me.”“I wi...l give you time to write everything up in your own words,” he said. “And during the process, I will have the auto-log system record your thoughts.” He gave me that strange smile again and said, “After you are converted, I will edit the auto log and then finish the story. Then I will make sure that your parents are able to read it.”He gave me a big, genuine. No touching of Stephanie or her. I had, of course, readily agreed. I looked over at my mother and saw that she had a worried look on her face. I wondered what was going through her mind. Here she was about to get naked with a woman she hadn’t seen in years and make love ... and if that wasn’t enough, her own son was going to watch. I also wondered if she would rather have been alone. Probably so. But while I was sympathetic to the need for privacy, wild horse could not have dragged me out of. He was the one with the car and the full time job. He was always quick to lend me a ride or some cash when I needed it for my baby. When I had finally come up in the world Dillon had just moved back to town and was in need of work. I was more than happy to help him out now that I could finally repay him.“We’ll see how I’m feeling. Give me a call, ok man?” And with that I went home, a big smile on my face just thinking about the surprise I had in store for my birthday girl.There was no. It smelled like strawberries and it tickled my bare chest with every thrust. "Your making mommy so proud right now." She stopped and leaned forward till she was on all fours. "Keep going." I got on my knees and stumbled a few times while positioning myself. "grab mommys hair to sturdy yourself." I did what she said and gathered her long black strands into a nice bundle and wrapped it twice around my closed fists. I told her I was about to come and she pulled away. "Can't have that just yet,.