" Now, you're pulling my chain, Janet. Aren't you?" I'm going to the gym tomorrow night, you can go visit my Mom and keep her company. And, anything e...se that might just happen." You're saying you want me to go fuck your mom?" Um, yeah, I guess I am. I mean I love my mom, I love you, I know you would be good to her in bed, and I wouldn't have to worry about her getting on with some guy that would be trouble." Tomorrow night? While you're at the gym?" You have my permission, Doug. What guy. His dog tags will tell us,If there's not DNA enoughLeft in his remains,Which bitch he wasAnd which outfit'sPatch he wore.ACROSS HIS GIRLY BEDHe looks sexy,Shirtless in bed,With his hairy legsExposed, a teddy bearHeld against his breastsAnd dolls on either sideOf his feminine hips,Wet and bloody,As if from birth,A tear upon his cheek,With nothing left to loseBut the semen smearedAcross his girly bed.BECAUSEI like him becauseHe wears eye shadowAnd mascara;I like him becauseHe wears lipstick and. I was tired and getting ready for bed as she arrived, so i asked her if bed was the place she would prefere. no sooner had i spoken the last word, than she had me hand in hand, leading me to my room. as i undressed her, i could see her chest heaving and i felt the rush of adrenalin through my body. not to mention the swelling of the old fellow who was eager not to let me down. once in bed, we cuddled and chatted away when our tounges weren't playing dentists with each other. i ran my hands over. In the car there seemed to be a need to do it fast, perhaps instinctively thinking that sex in the car was precarious, although actually it was safe in our driveway. Whatever the reason, on the bed there was more of a gradual mounting passion rather than a rush to climax. Sandy said that she definitely felt the difference. Nonetheless, she was startled to see herself gyrate and thrash around as she approached that climax. She had seen herself in the car, but her motions were much more.