She made himkiss her bare unwashed feet and thank her for not throwing him out whenhe kept acting like an idiot. Then she made him put his head under...herdress, between her plump thighs, and kiss her at their juncture."And you can just keep your lips right there, on the front of mypanties. Are they damp, Bobby the boob?" Y... yes, dear," his muffled voice replied."And I'm sure they smell all fishy. So you just breathe through yournose while Myra and me talk."He inhaled the unfragrant odor of. As I massaged his cock I asked him about the panties.He said they were his sisters. I told him he looked great as I massaged his now 7-inch cock. Young and hung. I told him to roll over and he did…. the panties were a thong back and they went right up his awesome crack. I massaged his ass cheeks as I told him we were going into the house to his mother’s master bedroom.I stood up and so did he as his cock flopped. I grabbed his cock in my right hand and led him to the house and upstairs to his. "Well, I'm gonna go to bed. I haven't slept good lately," Elle said."Goodnight, Mom," Kath said as she gave Elle a hug."Haven't slept well," he said, under his breath, as she came around the side of the kitchen island and opened her arms for a hug. He gladly received her in his arms. He couldn't stand the drivel she usually spouted, but he was about horny enough to pop and he wasn't going to turn down an opportunity to press his mother in law's huge forty double D breasts against his chest. He. I did not think my condition was serious, but I wanted to keep it a secret. My secret was, I was bisexual. There is nothing wrong with being bisexual. How can sucking cock or eating pussy be illness? Bisexuality itself has not been considered a mental disorder or dysfunction. What I had was a disorder or dysfunction was related to a little fetish that I developed. My fetish was dressing in woman clothes when I met men for sex. For the last five years, I believed I was just a normal.