How about a hug then.’ She comes over, and hugs me. We kiss long and deep. Running our hands up and down our backs. I stop her hand as she tries to ...rab the bra from my pocket. ‘Tisk, tisk, tisk.’ ‘Ok, ok, but we better get going.’ She says as she picks up her shirt. ‘Aww,’ my turn to pout, as she puts it on. So tempting to tickle her, but I restrain myself. We would never reach the top. I comfort myself that her T-shirt is still damp and partially transparent, a very nice conciliatory view.. It all comes down to how you do it. You don't need to 'blackmail' or 'bargain' with someone to do something sexual with you. It just takes time and respect for one another, and being very understanding about eachother's intimacy.We took a shower together that day. As usual, the hot water and intimacy we got whenever we did always aroused us more than anything else. Under the hot water, we sighed and breathed audibly in sensual embrace. Her hand tightened around the back of my head, grasping my. Well, I guess I don’t, but...”“You know what happened between him and his father, then?”“Well, partially. Dad said that it was when he quit college.”“That’s the when but not the why. I doubt anyone else knows. I was one of the first people he met when he moved, and I rented him a room. It took a little work, but I convinced him to confide in me.”“So, what happened?”“It was a promise he’d made to his mother before she died. He’d always had notions of traveling the world to find himself, and she. You know what my dick was like. It just never calmed down. And all I saw was my mother looking so sexy.There was a shopping mall about a mile from us so I decided to go there to the Victoria's Secret shop and buy my mother some lingerie, a bra and panties. Yes, it was gutsy but I was ruled by my cock. I went in her room and looked at the sizes, then rode off on my bike to the mall.I couldn't believe how nice the woman was in the store, she treated me just like any shopper and I ended up.