Turning around I was again struck by the sheersize of the man. Even on my toes I did not reach his cheek, the one Ikissed like some love sick teenage..., argh. His jeans were worn butclean. Freshly polished work boots, the kind with leather fringe belowthe laces on his feet. His shirt was blue and obviously brand new,apparent from the packaging fold marks. The idea that he may have boughta new shirt just to meet me, made me feel tingly again. What a sweetgesture. Sweet gesture, what is. You were so into the intensity of our exchanges that I easily ignored the long gaps in time for your side of the messages to come across the internet. Maybe a more paranoid person would have tried to discern a motive for you to be this perfectly attentive to my newbie XHamstering, wondering if maybe for the reasons ski resorts pay the pretty ski bunnies to keep on the slopes but socialize with the customers, you were a shill, a hostess from xhamster but pretending to be merely a member among. Initially he saw nothing of concern but then, out of the corner of his eye he spotted the reflection in the mirror on his chest of drawers. The reflection showed that Laura had not closed his bedroom door fully when she left, he could just make out a movement through the gap in the opening. He realised it must be his mother and immediately went to cover his cock with the quilt, but then something made him stop. He could hear Dan’s voice telling him how much he wanted to fuck his mother. Slowly. "Cal," she began, "since you've been drinking I think you had better leave, school property is no place for that kind of activity!" Cal gave a short harsh laugh and replied insolently, "Who's been drinking, I don't see anyone drinking!!!" Taking him by the arm, she started to lead him to the front door, but instead of going out, he veered off and headed down one of the dark corridors, laughing and singing as he went! "Drunk as a skunk," she thought to herself, as she took off after him! .