“OK sweetheart”.I hung up the phone and switched skype on.The video started off pitch black as soon as June opened the line and it started to clea... to see my son, all grown up, wearing an extremely bright blonde wig, straight and thin, and a small black bow attached to the side of his hair.His eyes large, or they seemed that way with the heavy makeup he used on his eyelids, his cheeks are so white with a hint of orange blush, and glossy pink lips.He was also wearing a tight horizontally striped. I slowly stoodwith the great aid of the assist bar and Theresa and washed my hands,looking in the mirror. They never mentioned the work on my brow and myface was still an ugly shade of purple, green, yellow, red withdistortions of swelling. What a mess I was and now I had just peed likea girl. We moved back to the bed and she gave me a gentle peck on thecheek.I told her the strange dreams I've been having. The voice was strange,my manner of speaking, my words, my tone, my inflection and. Yes, it's juicy. I do plenty by myself, and then he squirts his contribution into me, and this time he's using that liquid to glide his fingers along, tracing the shape of my lips. I purr."I feel that," he says."Not as much as I feel what you're doing." I like what I'm doing," he says.I just go along for the ride.But him, if I start in that position, it's just too much temptation. When he's completely soft, which really isn't that often, but when he's soft, it's just too cute and too much. She was so fuckin’ hot with her dark eyes and full red lips, and with my hard-on pushing through my pants, I got outta those clothes faster than Superman in a disaster zone. ‘I got no worries there love,’ and grinned an, I’m-gonna-get-laid-with-this-hot-chick grin. ‘Well, well then, so I see that is the case young man,’ (she was my age) ‘but you must know there are a few rules. No kissing me on the lips, no touching my pussy with your hands, and anal sex costs more. If you break the rules, it’s.