He nodded at the glass as he handed it to her. She took the cue and sipped at the amber coloured liquid. It burned her throat. ‘To business, Grace....Understand that what I’m about to say, I told Lisa Welles before you. And Dorothy Jackson before her. And Connie Melrose before that. You’ve heard of them all?’ Heard of them all? He was talking about some of the biggest selling diva’s of the last decade. ‘Of… of course.’ ‘D’you know what they have in common, Grace?’ The baffled woman shook her. "Oh my god!" I ran up to her and hugged her and kissed her on thecheek. As I did, I pulled my right foot up a bit as I saw the girls do.My mother was taken aback. "I'm going to go try them on right now!" Isaid excitedly."No, not right now Emily. I'm going out for a bit to see Doctor Hurley."I didn't know that what my mom had just done was a test. As I tried onmy new clothes my mother was driving to her psychiatrist's office. Ahalf hour later she was sitting on Dr. Hurley's couch explaining. “I don’t know,” Mike said. “Hugging guys seems, well, gay.”Elizabeth laughed, “But put on a football uniform and you can grab all the asses you want? And that’s not ‘gay’?”The entire room broke up in laughter.“She has a point,” Ben laughed. “Hockey players hug each other when they score goals. And baseball players when they win the World Series, for example. There’s that great shot from the ‘75 or ‘76 Reds with a pitcher jumping into Johnny Bench’s arms!”“1975,” I said. “Bench and Will McEnaney. I wanted you to feel good too. So I slid my hands to your crotch and grabbed your dick through your trousers – stroking it as my fingers rubbed along the length of your shaft. Watching the effect it had on you.You moaned softly. The quiet sound escaped your lips as you nibbled on my breasts, your cock twitching in my hands as my fingers clenched around the rigid shaft and –pulling it out of your pants– moved up and down with slow strokes. "Fuuuuck." You stood up abruptly and carried me up with.