He on the other hand was was looking at me straight on, with a rather silly grin. I guess I am being biased, after all the embarrassing things I've sa...d about myself, so maybe it was a benevolent smile or an amused one - I doubt he remembers even if I were to ask. So anyway, he was sitting there looking at my side profile and thoughts started firing away in my head. God maybe this is a bad idea. I wish I wasn't here. So this is how it feels like to be inspected, etc weird thoughts like these.. They would have to be a light pastel color or at least white.Luckily I did not have to match a same color purse because girls who aretomboy do not always carry one so I figured it would be OK for me to nothave a purse.20 Girl's hairI would still have to do something with my hair. Not much but somethingso that it did not look so much like a boy style. A bow or hair bandwould be too girly for a tomboy. Even a barrette would be too much. Myhair was not girl long but it was close to tomboy length.. ” "You don't mind us doing that?" she asked me. "No, I think Ken wants to fuck you," I answered. "You, want me to fuck him?” she said. "If you want, I wouldn't mind him fucking you. As a matter of fact, I'd love for him to fuck you." "Would you like to fuck him?" I asked. "Well, maybe if you didn't mind," she said. "Do you want me to tell him, that I wouldn't mind if you guys fooled around a little?" "If you want to," she said. I went out into the front room where Ken was sitting and told him,. I was mesmerised with them as mum washed her tummy and her hairy pussy, I just stood in the shower watching her get washed. We dried each other in the bathroom and I felt her warm body through the towel. Mum then knelt down in front of me and dried my cock and balls, making me hard again, the towel dropped and her hand encircled me young cock. She collected all her damp brunette hair with her other hand from her face and held it behind her head, giving me unrestricted view as her hand popped my.