His facial expression says that he’s deep in thought. Every now and then he’d pick up his guitar to test a few notes that match his lyrics before ...itting it back down, scrawling the notes and lyrics down. Quietly I lay sprawled out on his sofa, reading a nice little romantic fantasy-fiction. Whenever Ian tested his ideas I would pause on my reading to listen in.‘…With a kiss on the cheek she’ll be down on her knees begging please, baby, please…’ were the lyrics he’d just sang as he strummed the. ..” My mother, speechless, is very unusual.“You’ll love her, Mum, when you meet her.”There was a long silence. “Rob, you’re my son, and I love you, but ... I’d be the first to admit you’re ... naive. Are you sure she’s not leading you on?”“Mother! I confess I can’t see what she sees in me, but I also can’t see any advantage for her in trying to con me.”“Well! I suppose we need to meet her. But you can’t come here?”“Not without Lisa driving me.”“And we’re tied up until the weekend anyway. Could. ‘fuckbaby, you’re such a good little bitch’ I say as I leadRex to the front door and let him out.Chapter 5: Daddy love Mummy AlsoAs I walk back towards you I start unbuckling my belt,it’s become quite evident to you how turned on I am bythe huge bulge in my jeans, I stop just short of whereyour head is and finish unbuttoning my jeans and letthem drop to the floor in front of you along with myjocks. My cock is now as big as you have ever seen it asyou look up hungrily at. .. spot."Add "clitoris" to that list, too."I understand." I said. "Let me show you what we have."As I brought her around to the little side alcove where we kept the toys, I had a mental image of Cynthia lying on her bed, furiously rubbing herself. The room temperature seemed to jump several degrees, and I realized that I could detect my own scent now. I started to think that maybe wearing my boots today had been a bad idea.I showed her the "sample" vibrator that we kept complete with batteries..