Greg was very fit and tanned like you would think a runner might be. Bet had met him in college when they were both on the track team. Greg was probab...y six foot tall or so, shorter than me at 6’-3” and was probably fifty pounds lighter than my 230lbs also. I was a pretty good athlete in my day and had worked hard during my life so I was still in pretty good shape for my age. Greg stepped out of his shoes, unbuckled his belt and unfastened his pants, letting them drop. I was watching Cindy and. " It's just like being bum chums," he suggested brightly."That's it exactly!" I laughed.He nodded again. "And that's how your arsehole became so big? Helping out friends? Letting your mates stick their cocks up it?"I nodded back, smiling casually like this was such an ordinary conversation for two men to be having when they were sharing a room. "That's right. Mates who get hard up or whose wives won't serve up the goods often enough. Or just to help out guys I happen to find myself with and who. So you better apologize now.” I said, Yea, whatever.” I started to walk away, but mom followed me, put her hand on my shoulder, spun me around again and started in on me again. I was really getting pissed at this point. Mom laughed and said, “You’re just afraid to do anything because you know I’m right.” I told her that I wasn't afraid, it was just that she was my mom and I wouldn't do anything mean to her like that. That’s when she stepped up and she slapped me across the face. “You. " She grabbed onto my right hand with both of her hands. "It may actually screw up not only our relationship, but our friendship. As you said, we are girlfriends. I'm forty-one now, and I don't wanna start from scratch with someone else," she explained, leaning her head down. My hands brought her head right back up. "Please, don't make me beg you, Stella. You are standing in front of your best friend in the world and I'll stand by you through thick and thin. Let me, let you feel good. That.