I didn't know where to begin and Mom seemed so shocked by what had just happened, between her and me and with Peter, that she simple sat there.I knew ... had to say something. I wanted her to know that I hadn't set her up just to save myself from Peter 'spilling the beans' about catching me wanking. I had set her up, yes; but it was because I wanted her so bad, I thought she was the most gorgeous, sexiest women on the planet and the fact that she was my own Mother just added to the lust I felt. " I only wear blue because that's what mom has always put on me." Michelle explained. "One day I found one of her old red ribbons and asked her to put it on for me."She told me I could if I wanted," Michelle said and then she looked over to Lindie to let her mother continue the explanation."But when I told her I was wearing only blue because of my love for her father," Lindie continued, "She put the red ribbon away and well, it has always been blue for both of us since then." Every time I put. He would leave all future choices to others. And he would endure, as best he could. In important ways, it was no worse and in some ways, better than his previous life. And, he had come to feel, it was actually better than he deserved. So whatever they did to him, he would do his best to please.He was shaking like a leaf, as the crowd cheered and jeered. But he was also incredibly excited and horny. Big black hands ran over the his naked torso, as the boy shuddered and moaned. Jimmy was led. Lamar and DeShawn were kind of competing for my attention and it was fun. They would try to put each other down or try to embarrass one another in order to see who could get me laughing. It had been a while since I had hung out with someone my own age and when they invited me to go to an arcade that evening after dinner I accepted. Paul and Marika went to a show and Lamar, DeShawn and I went to a big arcade on the strip. I stayed between them both as we walked the Vegas strip and each of them.