All I ask is to feel you as deep inside me as you can get while you find your own pleasure."I could only look at her for a few seconds before asking "...ou're sure?"She smiled up at me and replied "Yes, Michael, I'm very sure."I smiled back, and lowered my head and body enough that the two of us could share a kiss. When I rose up again, I told her "For me to be inside you like that, it might be a little bit uncomfortable for you - you would be almost folded in half, your knees would be almost to. Mom's hand slid down my body and between my legs. To accommodate her access to my clit and cunt, I spread my legs like a wanton whore. I could feel her fingers sliding up and down my wet slit and her thumb rubbing and strumming my clit causing the extreme release of my womanly nectar in copious amounts.Because a girl in my apartment complex at school had turned me on to being with girls, I was receptive to Mother's girl on girl attention. Although I was certainly not an expert, still my body. Act, my friend, act!"I chuckled a little under my breath but I was crying a little inside.Eddie didn't understand, I thought, and he would never understand that mydream was impossible."No dream is impossible," he said before patting me on the shoulder andannouncing that he would be 'going for a piss'. My friend, it seemed, waspsychic. When I got home, not too long after Eddie's mind-reading, I sat quietly inmy chair. I swivelled to face 'Sara's closet' where all things thatweren't 'Michael's'. At the far end of the room was my father’s oak desk, behind it was a giant glass wall that looked out over the grounds, gardeners were almost dancing in the way they worked the flowers making it look like an art.I slunk into the chair behind the desk, Lucy walked behind me and massaged my shoulders. I ran my fingers over the desk and flicked on the small writing lamp. The desk was perfect not a scratch or mark on it. I slowly slid open the draw to my left it was neatly arranged with writing.