‘No boyfriend. Just me.’ He nodded slowly. ‘Maybe. Just for tonight. Tomorrow I’ll go to Saint Paul’s.’ When we got home I showed him the...spare room/office in my shoe-box of an apartment and he dropped his athletic bag at the foot of the bed. I made spaghetti and meatballs for dinner, which he tried to pay me for. ‘I have a job you know, I might not have a place to live but I make enough money to eat.’ ‘When do you do your school work?’ He froze with his fork half way to his mouth, suddenly. She wanted to hold it while I was peeing.I denied. She ran away.After 2 days without conversation from either side , I went to console her during playtime . She was adamant about her demands. So I let her have her way. I felt creepy. But after a couple of time I liked it. Soon , I wanted to touch her vagina while she was peeing. Unlike me , she allowed immediately.I used to enjoy the scene of water coming out of her pinkish broken seed . Soon it mesmerized me , every time i looked at it. I. ” “At what? Eating pussy?” “Mom!” Todd couldn’t believe she just asked him that. “Well are you?” Not letting him out of it. “I’m not bad.” Saying it quickly before he felt himselfblushing. “Sounds to me like you’re better than not bad. So doesthat mean you love having a woman ride your face?” “Mom! You’re embarrassing me.” “I’m just curious honey. So do you?” Looking down for. The first time, of course, he’d thought he was in love; the miller near the estate where he’d lived briefly in Markham had a beautiful, blonde, curvy daughter, and she’d held a teenaged Nathaniel spellbound from the first time he’d laid eyes on her. He’d given her presents, courted her favour, and one day found himself fumbling around in the dim light of an unused storage shed; she’d been gone as soon as he’d finished, and had never spoken to him again. He’d been heartbroken – for a week, until.