It was the most special time for me. My lovely mum being so comforting and making me feel so wonderful. When I was put to bed I would try to repeat th... feelings I had enjoyed by rubbing myself and squeezing my cock. It was never the same, but let me enjoy the feelings that little bit longer. As I got older, the excitement grew. This ‘washing’ became such a regular thing. I would look forward to bath time so much. It was a little odd that my twin’s cock never seemed to grow, but Mum would never. But I have to have the rest of the week to study and look for a job. Okay?"I grinned. "Sure!"We cleaned up a little, as I had left some record albums lying about, and Martha Jane made phone calls while she polished her shoes. Still in her slip, she went into the bedroom and started making the bed. When I went in there to help her we were almost finished when she asked me to sit on the bed and started undoing my jeans. I told her I thought she had to get dressed for her interviews and then get. After all, I was wearing a ring and was not trying to hide that fact. She was very understanding and confided that she too had a boyfriend who she lived with and was totally fine with my “situation”. “It is a part of my job, after all”.The wine was quickly disappearing and our fast-paced conversation became more and more electrifying. The wine had an extremely positive effect on her – she was all smiles and laughter. With every glass, her eyes lingered a little bit more on me, from my face and. She breathed in the muskiness of his aftershave, the warming aromas of sandalwood and oakmoss.It was like one of those optical illusions where everything suddenly becomes clear at the final moment. The wider room seemed to merge with the inky blackness outside like an echo subsiding into nothingness, leaving only the pair of them in a world of their own picked out by overhead lighting, cast centre-stage in a fantasy plucked from erotic desire.Ciaran really was quite handsome. A student at the.