This is my story of how far a mother and son relationship can go. Well than one with the story. Every year my Dad goes to California to spend Memorial...Day weekend with his mother. Also to run a 6 mile race. That was never a problem for me or my mom. My mom and I spend this time just relaxing, which usually include going to see a movie. Well this year we decided to go up to Canada for the weekend. Since this was Memorial Day weekend, we called ahead for a reservation for this nice hotel on the. There were no urinals so I looked for a empty stall to pee in none of the stalls had doors and I didn't want to pee on the seat at ten years old that was quite frequent so I went into a empty stall and sat down. It didn't dawn on me that it seemed like there were a lot of guys in there for being so early. I had just finished peeing when the man in the stall next to me came over to my stall and standing right in front of me with his cock hanging out just inches from my mouth. I looked up at him. Spock imitation. But before that reminder could cause me any discomfort, I diverted my attention to the situation at hand."Uhm, I've got to be getting to class," Shawn said before hurrying away."Tim, what's going on?" Eric asked after watching Shawn disappear around the corner."Shawn needs a friend to help him adjust, Eric," I said in a soft voice. "I thought you'd like to be that friend."Eric turned around with a look of concern, then peered deeply in my eyes and asked, "Why did you think. She flipped through the pages of a Paula Deen recipe magazine. She decided to make a version of the chicken and rice casserole. Doug trampled down the stairs. The six-foot-six man went straight to the coffee pot. He pulled a mug out of the cabinet that read, “Best Granddad”. He said ro his wife, “Morning, baby! How you doing?”“I’m fine,” shared Alia.“Wanna sneak back upstairs,” asked the older man.“Of course! Give me a minute.”Doug walked up to the master bedroom. He pulled off his dark grey.