Well, I wanna say normal, but there is something else going on. For instance, mom still comes down to breakfast in her robe. She keeps it closed now, ...ut I still see it just beginning to slip open and she doesn’t seem to mind it too much. And then there’s how we keep brushing up against each other. In the hallway, in the kitchen, going into the bathroom, we keep ending up bumping into each other. Our bodies will slide by each other, and I’ll smile and she’ll smile and say ‘excuse me.’ But I. “Aren’t you on break?” she yelled back.“Come on; let me give you a lift,” I pulled my car around and got out. Her eyes appraised me and I noticed that she licked her lips. I knew I was a good looking gent, but every time a woman licked her lips after looking at me I couldn’t help but get hard. I eyed her cautiously, a tight black skirt that was just long enough to be decent for work clung to her hips and arse, black stockings encased her legs, and I couldn’t help but notice they had a back. His tongue probed at mine and his muscled body radiated heat like an engine. I came up fro air, smiling.“Now let’s get this back in action so we can play some more.” I reached down to touch his heavy, uncircumcised dick, still sticking out of his waistband. “Yeah?” he replied with an audible grin. “I think we can do that.” As we separated slightly I felt the a few gobs of cum on my stomach peel away and stick to him. He wiped it off himself and stared at it in the moonlight. “Wow, I really. “What the fuck is this?” I said. “There is no way you’re stringing me up like this, for god’s sake! Where did you get this stuff?”Alan blushed and looked a bit uncomfortable.“Apparently it’s called shibari or something,” he said. “I went to this shop in Soho and just wanted to get some ordinary rope, but they said this was all they had, but apparently it’s specially designed for, erm, Japanese bondage and stuff.”“It looks bloody uncomfortable,” I said, looking at the picture. Actually, it.