I knew that Charlie wouldn't be able to cope with me being anything other than being strictly businesslike so I reached for the box of tissues on his ...edside table and started to wipe him down. When he was all clean I stood up, bent over to pick up his waste paper bin which was now full up used tissues and headed for the door."Mum," Charlie called out."Yes?" Thanks, mum, that was..." he trailed off. "That was... well, just thanks, OK?" My pleasure. Haven't I always looked after you?" I said.. ?That?s my boy-clitty,? I replied; pausing for Amelia to investigate with her fingers. ?Move your tummy up,? she urged as her fingers struggled to encompass my whole organ. I obliged slowly until there was sufficient space for Amelia to get her whole wrist between Elizabeth and me. She had now released my nipple and her head was down by our hips. ?What is it?? she repeated uncertainly as her fingers finally encircled my organ. ?It?s a boy clitty. Only very special girls. As I swallow the last of it I continue to play softly until I hear your breathing slow. I pull up to my knees and watch you as you lay there in the light of the fire. I get up and step over you so that I have a foot on either side of your hips and you open your eyes to see me standing over you and realize that all I have left on is the garter belt and hose. I reach my hands out to you and wiggle my fingers to indicate that I want you to take my hands. When you do I lean forward and brace myself. You are the most amazing thing I have ever seen. Art in motion. I glance at your face, head tilted back out of the stream of water, jet black hair dripping small water droplets down your back. Your face is calm, eyes shut like you are praying and a smirk that says the prayer was answered. I follow your body down, that soft hairy chest, those muscular thighs, even your feet can turn me on.My eyes head upward, noticing your manly excitement, and back up to your smirk. “Hi,” I say as I begin to.