”“Can’t have that. Wait here a second.” I went into the bathroom and got the lotion. I greased my ass and tossed the bottle to him. “Grease ...p and get to work, man.”I leaned over and grabbed the arms of a chair, leaving my ass open to him. He came up behind me and caressed my ass and balls.“Just relax, bro. It’s all good.” he said.I felt his dick press against my hole. With a smooth push his cockhead popped into my asshole. I grunted. Slowly he worked his thick meat stick into me. I never felt. Feeling humiliated, he realized the complete insignificance of his being in relation to Ann’s total greatness. Staring down at Albert, Ann ask, ” Want to see what I bought at the store?” Walking over to the living room sofa, she picked up a small package that she previously dropped upon the couch after entering the home. Opening the package, she presented the contents to Albert, asking, ” Look, do you like them?” “Yes”, he simply responded.The opened package contained a black bra together with. “It gets worse,” said Poppa.“Go on, dear,” said my mother.“I see Sissy naked too,” he almost blubbered.“It’s okay, dear, you have no control of these delusions. It must be the concussion scrambling your brain. You should try to rest now,” said Momma in that soothing voice of hers again.It was some time later that Momma came out of the room with tears streaking her face. In reaction to that, I jumped to my feet to embrace her. After a few minutes, Momma said my father was sleeping and we should. I'm a very nice person, even if I am a five-foot-ten 33-year-old part-time vocational counselor with messy hair and no tits. So every year I go to the pen show with Bob. He likes company on the trip into the city, and he likes to gloat when he makes a particularly spectacular purchase. This year we got poor Betsy, our wonderful sitter, to drag herself over on a freezing cold Sunday morning after church when it was snowing like mad--after all, spring had come to Boston, so naturally we had a.