’ I sighed. ‘Fine,’ I said, not confident I could pass a breathalyzer test. That’s what insurance was for anyway. She canceled the call. ‘B...xers or briefs?’ she asked me. I looked at her and tried to decipher what type of insanity had claimed her. Maybe I just attracted women who liked to torture men. ‘What?’ ‘Do you wear boxers or briefs?’ she repeated, enunciating every word as if I didn’t speak English. Her short blond hair jerked back and forth with every word, as if she needed more. Awwwwwww."I had just given my mother an orgasm. I quickly slid my fingers into her pussy and massaged her G-Spot. This sent her into what was a second set of rocking orgasms. She grabbed my arms and dug her nails into my arms as her eyes finally met mine. She had this helpless look on her face. The look begged for me to go on while her face kept reminding her of how wrong this was. I left her pussy and decided I was going to put my tongue in her mouth. She fought me at first and then eventually. In the meantime, one of their guys drove me to the airport. I was on the flight before I considered what meeting Sheila would be like.It was too late to change how I was dressed. I switched a few of the showier rings for simple posts I had in the carry-on. My hair was a mess, so I tied on a bandanna. It was the most thought I had given to my appearance in at least a year. If I only knew then, what I know now.My plans for meeting Sheila went down in flames. First, she would not react to my. A pair of panties and a t-shirt. She was just starting to get some tits and I could see some dark hair just starting to cover her pussy. It was fun to look at but wasn't really good wanking material. I liked tits. Big full tits with good sized nipples. I knew that because that's what mom had and i had been trying to get a look at them for about a year now. Funny how when your dick starts to mature you see things in a different light.I left my sisters window with barely a twitch in my dick and.