We never talked much - if you remember, my native tongue is English, but here it's another language, in which I am less than fluent.This day, I stood ...p to give him a bag of empty beer cans, and I noticed a) his eyes sweep to my bulge, and b) the sweat on his brow, so I asked him if he would also like some water...or even a beer. He declined, saying he wanted to finish my street, and finish work for the day - but, if my offer was still open in about 30 minutes, yes, he would share a beer. I. ‘Don’t worry,’ he told her as the music swelled. ‘You look beautiful.’ She gave him a slightly surprised look which he understood very well. He hadn’t really meant to say anything about what she looked like, he’d meant to say she would be a good dancer or something like that. But she WAS beautiful, and why shouldn’t he say it? Just because she was thirteen and he was pushing forty? The surprised expression morphed into one of wonder as he continued to smile at her, and when they reached the. I had plans for college but those dreams were quickly crushed replaced by a reality of working end jobs and living on welfare just to support my son. There was a time I could have had anyone but after having Jimmy I was considered damaged goods. I never fucking wanted this life. I never fucking wanted to be a mother. I have paid for that mistake all these years raising him and he was now finishing high school eager to start college. Well I didn’t get the opportunity to earn my degree. Instead. “Sally, come look at Philly’s little dickie! He had his first real wet cummy!”Is it weird that I wanted to see? That my little dickie was hard? That I wanted to add to his embarrassment? That I wanted to touch it? Well, I got my chance. I took a good hard look. It was Just a droplet of clear liquid with a few white streaks. He stayed hard, looking at me with pleading eyes.I reached out and put the tip of my finger to the wet tip of Philly’s little dickie and made a little circle just under the.