Lately, I've been having this feeling all the time. I've been wishing I was much younger...and that you were my mother!" I look at her, waiting expect...ntly for whatever she's going to say. I am already bracing myself for a negative response.She sighs. "Actually, I've had something I want to tell you too. Since you were so brave and direct in telling me what was on YOUR mind, I'll try to do the same. Uh, truthfully...well, there's no other way to put it than to just say it!" What is it?" I ask,. Molly shot back a message to torment them a bit, as only I could, before checking out, so I agreed to give them the pony show that I felt pretty sure they weren’t really expecting.Inside the clinic the doctor checked, and then rechecked, that she had properly secured the door. Both women put on a pair of rubber gloves as I dropped my pants.Yeah, I’m going to keep my dick out of your sight until I stand back up. Then you will get a surprise.As I took my time stripping from the waist down, I used. Liz and I were last, but arm in arm.“My goodness Michael, exactly how many ladies are living with you?” my mother asked with her hands on her hips.“Enough,” I said as we all sat around the room. I had my laptop to check out what he had developed. “So Brian, how many cities in how many states for how many days?”“Right to the point ... that’s my son,” he said chuckling. “We got 49 concerts, in 33 cities through 23 states. My best guess is that we can do it in 56 days, getting everyone home before. They were a few fragile looking bodies in the breakfast area. The result of clubbing I suspected. Chris got a Full English, I settled for toast. “Have a good time last night, eh!” “Yeah, sure was different.” I Said. “Well, different is good isn’t it, and nobody was harmed were they?” (Only physically and mentally I thought.) “Yeah.” I agree. “But I couldn’t keep that pace up, I’d be a wreck.” “Neither could I.” Chris retorts. “I’m not some sort of rampant gay sexual predator..