I haven’t had a good chocolate pie in years.’ ……………………………………….. I looked at myself in the mirror. I had no illusions... knowing what I looked like. A little belly, probably fifteen pounds overweight. Still, I was in pretty good shape, being a hands on manager. I had scars all over both arms, from working with equipment and being pretty clumsy when I was young. I was bald and kept my head shaved. No facial hair. I had been generously described as having a rugged look. And I was terribly near. Before lunch I was forced to leave my meeting and catch a taxi home. I tried phoning my house but all I got was my answer machine (presumably Mum b*o-in-law and were out) so I took a taxi. Once home, I found the house empty and I collapsed on a settee in a small room just off the living room and fell into a light sleep, a warm rug wrapped round me I awoke a while later feeling almost my old self and saw Mum slumped in a chair in the main room wearing a dressing gown (obviously she had just had. I knew she was in two of my classes and found out her name by approaching her to go to the student union between classes. I never did learn her last name but we visited about school things mostly, never mentioning her dorm room visits. She seemed to enjoy my company and sought me out too.Then one night I was in bed when they came in from a Valentine’s Day date. My roommate liked to drink even though he was underage and was more than tipsy. She got him in bed and he was snoring immediately. By. I could feel your... you... I could feel you squeezing my..." He stopped, turning red and trying not to say the words. She decided to help him over his confusion."That happens when a girl climaxes. All of her muscles down there squeeze, sometimes hard, sometimes a little softer. His cock was softening, but not very fast. Every little movement moved it around inside her. "How did you think it would feel?" When you jack off," he stopped, blushing again. "I mean, you know, when you..." He stumbled.