..oooooh, geez!” Her finger poked at my butt and I clenched up. “Alex.” She used that tone my mother had when I wasn’t doing what I supposed t... be doing. “Loosen up for me.” This wasn’t at all what I had been fantasizing about all week! I tried to do what she said, but I really didn’t want her in there. I was trying to remember if I’d taken care of that area during my shower this morning. Then I felt something else. Her other hand wrapped around my dick, which was dangling down between my legs. I honestly could care less whether any of them attended.That may sound harsh but the memory of their apparent lack of concern for the welfare of my mother after my father's untimely death still angered me. My mother had attempted to deal with that loss and the hole that it left in her life with only the love of her son to console her. I blamed myself at first. A kindly grief-counselor helped me to understand that my mother needed more support than even the most loving son could provide. His. It was a little boring but a I was lucky. I worked in a small office in a local factory and it came as a bit of a shock when the Senior Clerk a man called Ron started to take an interest in me. Some of the systems were being changed and to be honest I was finding it difficult and worried in case I would lose my job. Old Ron was marvellous. Nothing was too much trouble. I felt so grateful. As he went over and over the print outs, I would stand at his side as he explained everything in detail. A. I felt a little flush at the attention, but, I liked it. It had been awhile since I'd been so blatantly admired. It made me tingle.I was feeling a little bold, "I take it you approve of the bathing suit?" Oh no," said a Karen. "The bathing suit covers too much. That body needs to be shown off. Don't you agree Mark?"They finally brought Mark into the conversation.He looked at me, smiled at me, and said, "Yes, she's beautiful."Karen pushed it. "Yes, she's beautiful, but she's more than that,.