“If it's the black girl tell her exactly this: 'Honey Bear hasn't forgotten about Sugar Curves.' She'll understand.”“Wha—'Honey Bear'?” was ...ll I heard him say before the cashier chimed in.“Honey Bear, that you?” I heard her voice. “Tell Skinny Rice Krispie Boy Toy here he better not call me any sweet names. Got it on the tab but you better pay up by the end of the week or I'll show you Sugar Curves can just as well mean business, you hear me?”“Yes, ma'am!” I saluted and hung up, but not. I opened my mouth wide and waited. After a moment, I closed my mouth and tilted my head to the side like a puppy. "Well, you gotta help. You don't expect me to touch that thing without rubber gloves, do you?" I teased. I opened my mouth wide once again and waited.He dropped is pants to the floor and thumbed a softie into my mouth. "Kinda mushy today." I teased him through a cock-filled mouth. He laughed and gave me a playful soft whap on the head.He tasted faintly of soap, but mostly of cock.. By the beginning of November we were joking about having sex…and while I think it was all a joke, it yet got me wet, and kindled very confusing desires.Its sort of unnatural, but I asked Mom about it. She has always stood for freedom and openness. She always taught me that if anything we did, did not hurt others, it could never be wrong or immoral. She was very forthright here too. She said that it was for me to decide. These urges and desires were only natural. And if I did not yield to them. .. Wouldn't you like that? Huh, big boy?" I submitted to her entirely as I nodded my head without saying a word about anything I saw, and for some reason I wanted her badly, now more than ever!I watched in awe as Kim got down on her knees and she reached for my pants to undo my belt buckle. She worked swiftly as she finished unhinging my belt buckle, letting it swing around freely while it made that annoying jingling noise, and before I knew it she was pulling down my pants, leaving them.