I sure that the ‘what the fuck’ look on my face perfectly betrayed the confusion in my head. Then Mags sort of pulled Mary and me into an intimate...little circle, Mary kissed my cheek and whispered ‘welcome to the family Dan’. Mary was a 40-something mother of two independent young adult kids, the birthing of which left hardly any evidence on her well-toned little body. Where Mags is rather tall, Mary is a more typical 5’4′, maybe 125 pounds, smallish hips and waist line, and boobs that. ” She looked unsure, but nodded, hesitantly. “All right,” I said, with a playful smile, “Repeat after me: ‘I like having you look at me.’” Her expression was doubtful, but she went along. “I like having you look at me.” “Good,” I replied. “Now let’s take it a little farther: ‘I’m not ashamed of my body.’” “I’m...not ashamed of my body. But Jonathan...” “Nope. Let’s keep going with what you just did: ‘I like pulling my pants down for you.” “Jonathan...!” “Say it.” She hesitated, looked down.. I admit I didn’t really believe you. I thought you were joking. And yet you were so cool about everything and I mean everything; brushed it aside like it was nothing out of the ordinary, didn’t hold it against me like so many others would. Hell afterwards you even offered to make me a sandwich! Though I knew you were being sarcastic. That made me think, you know, like you weren’t cut from the same cloth as the rest of the family. That maybe you were a little like me. But then you asked what. Johnny wanted him panting and begging to be fucked, so he was willing to take longer than usual with the preparations. Plus, this was a prissy prince from the good side of the tracks lost in the woods and now face to face with the big bad wolf. So, he deserved all the attention and patience Johnny was capable of.“Hmm, I wonder,” he whispered and bit one nicely shaped ear playfully. “You talk big, but the reason you’re only offering blowjobs is that your backdoor is tiny, right?”“Oh, please,”.