Instead there are neuralpathways that are feeling a sense of self-satisfaction for having helpeddevelop this body and knowing that it is helping maint...in this life ofluxury by entertaining the owner of all of this luxury. And that owneris no longer he but his husband - yes he heard himself think it - nothis wife but his husband. He vowed to think it but never to say it outloud. Bill leans very close to the mirror and examines his shapely large lipsand makes sensual kissing actions with them.. “We’ve been living under the same roof for weeks. Haven’t you paid ANY attention, Bob? I AM interested in things. Mechanical things. Electrical things. Technology.”“Okay, then ... Let’s go look at aviation history.”We DID that. Drive back towards Houston, destination Ellington Field. History. Up to my gills. Form and function has a beauty of its own. State of the art – 1942. All aluminum and iron and Bob’s a history buff and I am his acolyte.Fascinated is a good word. Things I saw and read. She dried her hair and applied a light coat of make up, and dressed only in her robe, she knocked on Kurt's door.Kurt quickly pulled the sheet up over his hard cock, because he was once again stroking it towards relief. Now his mom wanted to come in, SHIT. He pushed his hard cock downwards so it was between his thighs and told her she could come in.His mom came in and sat on the side of the bed facing him, causing herrobe to part slightly enough for him to see a nicely shaped thigh. "Kurt,". Due to my dad chasing work, we were always in decent shape financially. All of the relatives down there, though, lived in trailer parks. I spent a lot of time visiting those relatives in their double-wides.One year, in my teens, we moved south once again. My Uncle Vinny had lost his wife, Aunt Audrey, the year before, and my parents thought it might be nice for both of us if we spent time together. It was summer and school was out, so my dad would drop me off to my uncle’s trailer in the.