” She retorted as she held out several Polaroid photographs of me lying on her bed wearing nothing but her sheer wet panties, my wilted cock no long...r impressive inside the sheer material and red painted toenails! I gulped as I looked at them. I swung my feet out from under the covers and looked at my bright red toenails. She must have painted my toe nails and taken the photos while I was sleeping! She laughed at me and said nastily; “If you don’t do exactly what I tell you to do, I am going. "Damn Tony, I guess a little fellow was getting excited. It’s natural so don’t worry. When I was in my teens, my little man would get hard if the wind blew. And at the most random times, like just sitting in class, or just walking down the street. That's all normal," he assured me. He put me down and then told me to be showered and ready by six o’clock for boy’s night out. I just looked at him like a deer in headlights. Did he know my secret? Did he think I got hard because I was sexually. Finally, after what seemed a long time, the door to thebedroom opened quietly and then closed again as he came in to joinher. The haggard look on his face made her feel so sorry for himthat she felt she should be able to comfort him in some way, butshe didn’t know how. “Would you like something to drink?” she finally thought toask. “God, I could use one,” he answered in a broken voice. Linda brought him a double gin and tonic and watched him. When they’d had the house built, his mother had insisted on a second floor laundry, for which he was now grateful. He opened the doors to the closet-like room off the hallway and lifted the lid of the washing machine. He tossed the top sheet and pillow cases in first, and then started wadding up the bottom sheet to put it in as well. A brilliant shimmer caught his eye and made him pause. He stopped and looked as a massive strand of cum he hadn’t noticed before caught the light from above. He.