I am sorry”“Oh Monty, don’t feel sorry about that. I am your mother, but I am a woman too. An opposite sex for you. If I look sexier, then obvio...sly you shall get aroused looking at me. Its normal son”“Thanks mom. I know you always support me”“So its been a time we haven’t talked about your sex knowledge. Do you happen to learn more about sex & masturbation after that day?”“Yes, a bit, we friends used to talk a lot. We also saw a Porn Movie and learned about the intercourse and female sex. Also, unless he had me really worked up, it was sometimes quite painful when he fucked me. After Jim had fucked me, I would be wet and ready for any sized cock, and that's when I'd wake Ed up and let him have sloppy seconds, though he never knew he was getting seconds. Ed was a heavy drinker and loved his beer. He was generally ready for bed early, as he got up early and went to work. When he fell asleep, I would get up, or if I hadn't gone to bed, I'd go and get a shower, then crawl in bed. Mail? Why the hell would I get mail? I picked up the pink slip of paper, it had forwards all over it, a postal pickup notice for a certified letter. Who the hell would send me a certified letter? Probably the court, I thought, I ignored it, threw it in a drawer. I got another one a couple of days later. Just fuck! Curiousity killed the Cat, they say. I couldn’t stand it, walked over to the post office, just a mile or so and handed them the slip. I signed, they handed me the letter. I looked at. Leslie said, "This sounds like a fantastic idea. Ok here is what I thinkwe should do. I have many girls who are strippers who buy or have theircostumes custom made by me. Some of them owe me some favors. I willspeak to them about this and see if at least one of them will givePansy stripper lessons. Then we will come up with some songs for him tosing so he can entertain the boys while he dances in front of them. Itshould be hilarious and extremely humiliating to Pansy, what do youthink?" I love.