So I told them about Chris. "It was just by chance, but it got methinking about that time that Summer. And I wondered whether...well,if I weren't hu...g over and being punished...whether it might feelbetter. And it does. Yes. I've been dressing for a couple of monthsnow. And I'm beginning to build up a wardrobe of my own."Jim, predictably, asked whether I was gay, and I had to explain allabout that, too. I don't think he believed me. In fact, I know hedidn't believe me. But otherwise I. He was so tender, so loving, so emotional. ‘Do you love me?’ I said. He smiled down then began to recite: How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. He counted on his fingers as he smiled down at me: I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. Then he kissed me: I love thee to the level of every day’s Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I was crying by now, softly, gently. Not a sad cry, a happy cry.. You never know how things might turn out.The following evening, I went to the gym a little earlier. I finished my workout, showered, and as I was leaving, ran into the same guy as the night before.He looked at me, smiling. "Leaving already?" he said "I thought you might be back tonight. Maybe we'll run into each other again." And he continued into the locker room.My head was swirling. What did he mean? Was he hitting on me? No way. I was making something out of nothing. Still...I knew I. A few seconds later, Frank pulled his cock out of his mother's mouth. It would have been pure heaven to cum inside her but that would have to wait. More than anything in the world he longed to feel his prick throbbing inside her moist pussy. Catherine seemed to understand him instinctively, rejoining her son on the couch and abandoning herself to him completely."You can fuck me now, Frank," she whispered. "Do it quickly, before I get scared. Please, put your prick inside me."Frank refused to be.