He moves down to the sweats I have on and pulls them down and looks at my cut abs as he is doing it…that distracted him shortly and then he notices ...hat I do not have on any underwear and my cock is now hanging there with nothing on it.He looks over at Becky and says, “Wow, I did not think he would be that thick…that is a very nice cock you have…and he smiles at me. I have seen millions of them and that is a very nice one…Think even my wife might like you…”I look at him and have a questioning. “You said you met him in the first class. What do you think of him?”Amelia asked Marcus, who went silent for a few moments. He seemed to be thinking about what he was going to say.“It’s still too early to tell, I’ve had few interactions with him. From what I’ve seen, he’s bold but friendly. Talented, seems to enjoy showing off his skills but is not arrogant. These are my impressions.”Amelia was looking at Lucas’s back as she listened to Marcus’s words. In a way, Marcus’s impression seemed. In the midst of our chats, he mentioned a landmark I recognized, not even fifteen minutes from my home. Boy, was I shocked. Turns out, in this worldwide game, I wasn't thirty minutes from him, and my crushing thoughts headed straight for the gutter. If he looked anything like the image I'd built up in my head... I started flirting hard with him. He stopped me and said he was married with three kids. (Yay! Not short and plump, living off of mom.) I blew it off—considering the amount of time he. After a couple more times of me pleading, I heard the door unlock. I slowly entered the room and I saw him sitting on his bed with his pillow on his lap. I explained to him that what he experienced happens to all men occasionally. I told him he just got over excited, and real life is not like porn movies, were the guys last for a hour. Then I told him, “Vince… I should have never done that to you, I’m your mother!” “Mom, you’re not my mother, you are my stepmother. You're the beautiful woman.