Why, don't you like that one anymore?" It's not that, Mom ... it's just ... ohhhh..." What, Taylor? Just tell me what you're thinking." Um ... I'm sor...y, but ... oh! Would you do it with me?"Taylor's mother was so surprised that she actually sucked in a little gasp."Wha ... what? Taylor Honey, are you serious?" Yeah, Mom. Would you?" But why, Honey? Why do you want me to..." I don't know. It's O.K. if you don't want to. I just felt like, I don't know ... like I didn't want to do it alone, like. Me aunt was a right river, and me brothers had a childhood any young boy would wish for. My own introduction to the world of high jinx amongst the riff raff of the ships, and ports was no worse than theirs. Just my selection of female talent was broader, so I bear them no ill-will. This tale starts off on a voyage around the Cape from Portsmouth running cargo, for one of the big trading houses. We had been out to sea, for months, calling on various ports, to drop off and pick up cargo. We had. By now Ann was feeling really good and after a little struggle, she placed the bottle off to one side after I stood up to get it and yanking on my pajama bottoms, pulled me back onto the bed and on my back. She grabbed hold of my bottoms and started to pull them off, but I managed to back away and stand up next to the bed. Ann didn't quit and coming over after me, she reached over and grabbed my cock and as she pulled up next to me on her hands and knees, she leaned in and into her mouth went. "And you never want to hurt me." He responded, still smiling."And I never want to hurt you." She whispered, still blushing."So... Have you taken a good look at yourself in the mirror?" Yes." She blushed."How does it feel to be a teenager again?" I like it... but I still would trade everything for things to be as they were." She whispered."Too bad." Chris grinned, then added. "I'm getting hungry... So, why don't you wiggle that pretty behind of yours downstairs and make everyone something to.