I was nearly asleep again when Daniel noticed I was awake and came to my bedside, said goodnight, and kissed me gently. I felt no hunger in that first...kiss, it was the kiss of a gentleman, warm and gentle, but when I kissed him back my body betrayed me and my lips told him more than my words ever could. In a instant he was on top of me, his full weight filling the emptiest parts of my body, the portions that I had long forgotten. I was a whole once more and if I never knew this feeling again. "You k**ding? You could be a great model," I told her and looked her over. She seemed surprised bymy assuredness."You really think so?" she asked and looked down at herself as if she was trying to see what I saw."Yeah, you got the look, you could easily make it," I said and looked down her top while she wasfidgeting and taking all of it in. "Here stand up," I told her and leaned back on the couch. She looked at me and smiled. She stood up and stood before me with a big shy smile on her. Well, it was late for him to be up, I thoughtto myself and at least he was dressed like a boy again.The following day while I was at work Isabel telephoned my mother andfound out about Natasha.Perhaps it's time I explained.My father bailed on us when I was two or three years old. I don'tremember him at all.Oddly, however, his sister, Stacey, moved in with Mum shortly after that.She took on Dad's old job and helped to support Mum financially.Despite effectively having two Mums, Mum found me. Grossa lifted Bryan up a bit and I could see he had two of his thick fingers up inside my boy. "MMMMPH! UUUUMMPH! MMMMMPH!" Bryan started gyrating his hips as the sensations of the Brazilian man's thick fingers loosened him up. It looked like Mister Grossa was playing a musical instrument, only my boy was the one being played, and being played well by all the moaning Bryan was making. Mister Grossa finally broke off from his kissing. Both man and boy panting for air as they stared at each other.