”I nodded dumbly as I continued to stroke myself. Mom slid her panties down and took them off just before she climbed up on the bed and laid down. H...r eyes never left what I was doing with my hand in my boxers. I dropped my cock, suddenly embarrassed that I had been caught playing with myself. I quickly pulled my hand out of my underwear.“It’s okay, Honey, you don’t have to stop. I would not mind watching you do that. Or can I do it for you?”Not even bothering to take off my boxers, I crawled. His mom had left them when Timmy was just 3 years old. Took off with some stoner.I was nine and had recently found my penis. I had started getting little woodies when I had to piss or shit. Found how great it felt to stroke my little guy or rub it against things. Like dry humping my bed or pillow. Timmy and I were riding our bikes around the neighborhood when we decided to head out to a fort we had built down a tree-lined dirt road. We had built this fort out of limbs and tree branches at. " Nothing to say." Bollocks. I know you better than anyone except perhaps Milla. You've bottled everything up for the sake of the kids. If you don't release the pressure the boiler will burst." Did Milla send you to do this?" Fucks sake, Jack, Milla isn't the only one who cares about you. Gimme some fucking credit." Sorry, David. I know it was you steered me in the right direction first." Damn right. Now, I know you, Diane's lucky she's still vertical. So, spill." I don't know David. Milla. He was pleased to see that they only did two appointments a day, morning and afternoon, so that would give him plenty of time to set out on his journey of discovery. He confirmed an appointment two days in advance, in the afternoon, and filled out a short questionnaire. The questions asked him what he sought from his visit, and what type of clothes he would like to try. They also informed him that he would have sufficient time to try on more than one outfit if he so desired. He asked for.