Dressed in my favourite blue and white shirt, smart jeans, and black shoes - I check myself in the car door window again, just to make sure I look at ...east presentable. Walking through the lobby of the hotel, I scan quickly but know I’ll arrive first - I’m always early, for everything. Turning the corner and smiling at the receptionist who I’m sure was on last time too, I check in and collect my room key. Heading to the lounge area, I find a quiet booth by the window, I quickly check my phone. That would have been something that would have intrigued my mother. As a biologist, she would have loved studying this. I don’t know if she would have approved of me, sitting naked, with three girls, at this point in my life, but she could sometimes be more analytical than motherly. I remembered the expression on her face, the tears running down her face, as the capsule closed over me. I felt her love for me, but also could feel the pain of my own as I lost her forever.I could feel a tear. " She feels bad after we're finished. You saw her in the movie today. Did it look like I was forcing her? The real reason she was so upset today was because you were there, you saw how she gets when I do that. If you ever saw her doing me, you wouldn't think I was making her do anything. As soon as I get her going, she forgets all about feeling bad. If I didn't say or do anything, she would still come over here and wait for me to tempt her. This isn't the first time she has said she wasn't. I was sitting around doing shots and watching tv with my two roomies, let's call them Jon, and Barry. Jon was a small skinny Korean k**, who was very much influenced by Barry, the all American boy, tall, blonde athletic. Back to our story, the three of us started talking girls, and fucking, and moved onto "would you if you were drunk" Barry started talking about trannies, and how he'd let one suck his dick, a mouth is a mouth kind of thing, Jon would just smile, and shake his head no, I felt.