We went to college together; I majored in English and he majoredin computer science.One evening shortly after we graduated, his mother drew me aside.S...e started talking about petticoating, and about what a lovelychild it had made Gene, and about wives who petticoated theirhusbands. Suddenly it dawned on me: she was proposing to me!She wanted me to marry Gene, but she had taken the matter out ofhis hands and was proposing to me on his behalf! Her plan was topass Jean on to me, or rather, to pass. But whenever I blew, she made moaning sounds, “Hmm…..” And lifted her butt a little from the bed. I understood, it had made her Hot… I was dying to kiss on her belly instead of blowing air, but it was too scary for me. So I went on doing that. She didn’t speak one single word while I was doing that. She was lying there with closed eyes and was enjoying my touches…at one point, a drop of paint fell on her navel. It was very hard for me to resist myself from cleaning that big deep navel by. With a caring smile, Hector then announced that he would keep an eye on me during the weekend.Next, after looking at me, Hector paternalistically declared, “Well, Chester, then you’ll be expected for dinner at my house at six o’clock on Friday.” As giggles abounded, my mother profusely thanked Hector for his kindness.For the following two days, I had butterflies in my stomach in anticipation of what might unfold on Friday night. The thought of finally being alone with Hector practically had me. A football mactch was playing in the main park area and one or two people were around walking dogs or just enjoying the park on a Sunday. My favourite area was pretty deserted though and I strolled along the secluded paths lost in obscene thoughts. I turned a corner and there he was, right in front of me. The guy was maybe forty, short and stocky and he was holding a mack wide open. He was wearing a navy blue bra, no pants, but matching suspender belt and stockings. I was transfixed by the.