He handcuffed me to the headboard! As I lat the helplessly he began the unrelenting torture of a thousand kisses trailing from my forehead to chin to ...eck and down the breast and my flat stomach. Then he moved to my toes, kissing and ankles, then calves and inner thighs coming dangerously close to my sex. My body lifted as if to force his mouth to my needing area and I could feel the smirk on his face. He gently pushed my hips down and placed a kiss on my smooth mound and before I could react. She tip toes down to the spot. There now, there’s my boys sweet spot? Mommys on your sweet spot, hmm? Is mommy touching the boys sweet spot? Tell me what I’m doing. Your touching my sweet spot. She caress’ his area slowly while (in a whisper) she says things like gay feeling, special urges, you feel the peepee mommy keeps for her boy. She undoes his pants and pulls them down slightly below Tims balls. You like me on on your sweet spot honey , hmm? That’s a good boy, yea. Mommy rubs this little. I had already called Debbie who happened to be in town shopping so when we arrived home she was waiting for me. Debbie met me with a big hug. I hadn’t seen her for around two weeks and I was surprised that she was showing. I patted her little bulge and said, “How’s she going? Giving you any trouble?”“A little morning sickness is all, otherwise all OK. What’s happened with Sue?”I didn’t answer straight away. She looked at me, shook her head. “So she’s done it again, has she?”“Sure has,” Gay. I watched him walk past the shower to the toilet were he finally turned his head away from me.Dale stood in front of the toilet with his back to me, but I could tell he slid the front of his boxers down. I knew pulled out his dick even if I couldn't see it when I heard a stream of pee land in the toilet. Well damn he really must have had to go.I tried not to listen to him do his business but it was hard. I was a bit curious as I had never seen a guy pee before. Then before I knew it he had.