You fuck your hand as your fingers play with your clit, and, and you don’t take a long time to cum.”She was excitedly nursing the baby but also, s...e had one hand on her crotch, and I could easily see the wet spot where she was gently rubbing her crotch. At that time I just felt like running home and jumping on my bed and humping away on my pussy,; I was probably as wet as she was. To tell you the truth I wasn’t sure who’s sexual arousal scent that I was smelling, hers or mine.“Oh my god, how. ”So, after dinner, we excused ourselves and I told my parents we were going to go downstairs and watch a movie on the DVD. Bobby looked at me strangely at this, since I hadn’t said anything to him about it, but he didn’t argue with me. I think he had started understanding about the ‘rolled up newspaper.’ I let him go down the stairs first, winking at Mom as I surreptitiously draped a towel over the doorknob, then silently latched the door shut.Bobby was standing at the bottom of the stairs,. Perhaps it is better that things have worked out the way they have. If I were there, I would be tempted to look over my son's shoulder and try to tell him how things should be done. This way, he will make his own mark without my interference.Yes, after the Constitution was ratified, I decided, or rather Sophie insisted, that I needed a vacation. After twenty-three years of making decisions for what amounts to the entire human race, I suppose it was due. Ruth and Sophie conspired to have Ruth. " I changed my mind, and since you are my son, and I'm paying the bills,I guess we'll have it my way. I do not like to see you wearing dresses,I don't like it one bit. However, I'm going to be fair about this andgive you the chance to fail, and when you do, this...this...dressing upthing is going to be over! I just hope that nobody makes a scene, butthat will be up to you. Okay??"I wasn't positively sure, but in my mind, getting dressed every daycould only help me get better, not fail as dad.