“Climaxing?” he clarifies.“Yes.”“Tell me what’s going on.”“Well, I’ve tried doing what you showed me. I tried asking my boyfriend to...��. anyway, nothing seems to be working. I’m beginning to think the first time was…. a dream of some kind.” I give a tiny smile at my facetiousness, hoping to keep the mood light. I figure if I was right about the latter and he doesn’t really want me, at least maybe he could actually help me figure out what’s wrong.“Well, lucky for you I was there the first time,. With my trembling hands I work the belt buckle which comes undone very easily as does your top button on your pants. My hand and wrist keeps accidentally brushing against you while I work your buckle and button. Just before I unzip you I wonder if your are wearing boxers or briefs? I also wonder what colour your underwear may be? Then I think what if you aren't wearing any underwear and going 'commando'. I know that I prefer briefs but I also go without underwear sometimes, especially on. “A… Moth… er’s Se… duc… tion…” She repeated, emphasizing each syllable. She turned back to the television screen in time to see this woman, about her age {Early forties}, swallowing the boy’s cock. And I mean SWALLOWING!She looked back at me again harshly. I wanted to die. I reached for the remote to turn the TV off but my mother stopped me:“What do you think you’re doing?” She growls at me.I was a little confused by the question.“I’m… …I’m turning it off.”“Did I tell you to turn it off?” She. She was a really sexy young lady who looked to be in her late twenties. Long dark brown hair that fell past her shoulders from underneath her motorcycle helmet and a beaming bright smile. They each would have counted themselves lucky to ever hook up with her, but not even in either man's dreams did they think she might want to do anything with them. Without so much as a word, they hopped into the car and followed Erin to her house about 5 minutes away. The door was barely open when she pulled.