I reached behind him for foundation and blush, as I did my breast rested against his shoulder; he bumped me, putting more pressure on my tit before I ...oved away. It didn’t bother me that he did that; it wasn’t the first time and it was reflective of the affinity between us. Carl and I talked and joked easily as I applied the camouflage to his face, we bandied words about him going gay and having to give up Yvonne for some guy named Yancy.“Why Yancy?” he asked.“Cause Yancy is a gay name, perfect. .. he closes his eyes and before he knows it, he's in dreamland.... He can see her big tits bouncing around, her lightly tanned skin is perfect, her cute ass just begging to be fucked. Oh, he dick feels so good, almost as if she's sucking on it without even touching it... the perfect dream, he starts to think, damn, she's so hot I'm about to blow my load in this dream. Wait, I can't do that, that'd be embarrassing. His eyes pop open, as they adjust for the dimly lit room he notices a head,. “Yes” Maria nodded. “And it only appears for a second on the device in the background”. She loaded a new screen. “I don’t think any of you have seen this film” she said, her voice suddenly unsteady.The new scene opened in a baroque bed chamber, furnished in the imperial manner. A beautiful, long-haired woman reclined on the bed, wearing a yellow satin nightdress, gently stroking herself and slowly allowing her fingers to creep closer towards her moist cleft. Her almond eyes ranged around the. Our home, it was their house, having been great-grandma’s before she went to meet Jesus two years ago. Either or both of us could have made it appear that we slept in separate beds, in separate rooms. Neither of us did. Maybe it was us growing up and not being willing to hide our love for each other anymore.What was in my admittedly highly biased opinion mom’s and to a degree dad’s fault was something they should truly be proud of. She had raised a boy to be as close to perfect a man as anyone.