Mommy usually has more milk in the fridge, i. e. there is plenty in reserve if needed. Thus if we did have an 'accident' and I 'spilled' my cream in ...er, mommy had more that enough reserves to satisfy my needs, and accidents do happen. I had spilled milk any number of times as I grew up, now that I was a grown-up boy, I knew that sometimes accidents happen on purpose! So – how to get mom to 'mess'-around with me again, to where we at last get to do what she and grandpa did? – that was the. She looked at our reflection together in the mirror. She was approximately3 inches taller than I was, with curves that made her body look always sexy. I was curvy, but shorter, and her golden olive skin quite differed in color from mine. She looked at me in the mirror and told me I looked beautiful. Then she put her arms around me and hugged me. This wasn’t new; we were big huggers. But her hand brushed across my breast. We didn’t say anything else about it, and when we were out at the party,. .. Please?" I tighten my grip on her ass, pressing her to me. "Are you sure?" I ask. "Oh yes, I am very sure." She is not whispering softly. Holding her tightly, I bury myself to my balls in her in one move. Her moan? sigh? scream? was very audible, and I knew it escaped the guestroom into the rest of the house."Oh... fuck me!" Her voice was louder. I knew that foreplay was out of the question. Tightening my grip on her ass cheeks again, I pulled her harder into me and began to stroke her hard.. "No problem. Just another thing, can you bring your son with you -dressed as a girl," said Mr Connor."Ok, I'll do that," said John. "I'll see you Friday afternoon then. Bye." Bye Mr Brook," said Mr Connor.Michael was unaware that his father had been in touch with Mr Connor.Only when John arrived home from work, did the news get passed on."So, Mr Connor wants to see me dressed as a girl?" he asked John."Yes, sweetheart," said John. "He is willing to talk things over aboutyou, but it seems he.