Then it slowly sank in that Dale had called him 'mom'. Richiejust stared back at him in confusion."Um..." Richie started, about to remind Dale who he ...as.However before Richie could finish... or even focus on what he wasgoing to say, Dale jumped up, "You really look like you need yourcoffee mom." Then he started running for the kitchen, calling back,"I'll get it."A minute later, Dale was back, handing Richie a mug of steaming coffee."Just the way you like it," Dale told him. "Cream and. Let’s meet back here in, say, an hour?”“Okay. Or you can come find me when you are bored.”“No, I can’t. You look exactly like any other woman here. Perhaps if you took off the veil? I think it’s okay.”“Non. Maybe someone from the palace is here. They think I am somewhere inside, or in my room.”“Well, in that case you’d better remember what I look like.”“Or I call you,” she said. Which of course was the easiest solution. I’m a child of the seventies, really. I didn’t grow up with smartphones, so. Every guy in school knew who Sara was and would have given his right arm for a peek down her shirt. She was a huge flirt and the most daring of the three, having instigated more than one game of Truth or Dare, or Seven Minutes in Heaven at some of the parties over the summer.Sara had been my one and only trip past first base, when I got picked at random from all the guys to spend those seven minutes in a closet with her at one of those parties, last year shortly after my 16th birthday. It was. I lifted myself up and placed my painfully hard dick at her entrance, she was straining against her bonds trying to get my dick in her, I rubbed it along her slit and looked over to Harold, he was staring at my dick with a look of disbelief in his eyes. I waved my hand to attract his attention, he looked up, I pointed to Jean, he nodded reluctantly and looked down. I pressed my dick forward, a loud gasp from Jean as my knob entered into her. She was so tight; I could only gather that Harold’s.