That I... ''Head back to the bar. I decided foolishly as it seems, to give you the opportunity to pick the girl up without my help because I honestly ...hought you had a chance. But if your nervous approach didn't spoil your chances then that idiotic line you fed her certainly did.''But it was the truth' I thought to my brother as I reached the bar.'No matter. There's two vacant seats in front of you, sit on the right one, order a beer and a brandy Alexander, place the brandy in front of the. He had an older sister who poured her husband’s money into the pocketbooks of shrinks and specialists. This land was his therapy. He was rugged in a manner men nowadays weren’t accustomed to. That’s what the girl with the golden ring loved about him. To her, he was macho and unforgiving in his dusty, worn blue jeans and a relaxed long sleeve shirt. He even wore one of those green aviator jackets with the orange lining. God, she loved him in that. He was what women loved about a man in uniform.. She efficiently soaped and rinsed my face, arms, legs and torso, all the time chattering about her life in Ireland before coming to the States. I assumed we were done, but then she cheerfully said "Now it'll be off wit' yer drawers, laddie."I must have blushed, because she said "We've got to have ye clean all over or I'm not doin' me job."So I slid my briefs down and she soaped up her washcloth and began washing my groin. Feeling the warm washcloth gave me an immediate hardon, and as she. “Are we having sex, mom?” He asked between his moans.“Just concentrate on ejaculating,” I replied.I was kinda ashamed to answer my son that we were having sex, but I was sure that he knew well what we were doing. We were looking into each other’s eyes while I had my hands pressed on his chest as I rode his dick.I was getting so hot that I wanted to take my shirt off, but I didn’t, knowing well that I didn’t want to expose my whole naked body to my son. So I just kept fucking him.“Are you ready.