My nails scratch over your shoulders and travel past your collarbone to your side for better grip.(Him)I lay in agonizing pleasure as you ride me, bit...ng my lip to try and keep from drowning nature herself out with my cries of passion. A devious smile plays across your lips, and mid rise there is movement above my head as you move quickly. The world suddenly goes completely dark as something covers my eyes. I start, not sure quite what is happening, but you placate me with a reassuring, gentle. "Yeah," she laughed, pitching them on the floor in front of him, "bought them for you today and you should have seen the look I got from the clerk.Told me there was no way they would fit me." Your room is a mess," she complained, "Put your heels on and come to my room."Then she disappeared down the hallway... "Uh, okay, uh, Mom," he mumbled, smarting from the unexpected criticism.Bending down he picked up the high heels and walked over to his bed. This ought to be different, he said to himself. All in all he was the average teenaged boy whothought mostly about sports, food and girls. When he heard his Mothercome in he had quickly switched his computer screen from a bodaciousbabe's site to a gaming site. Fortunately his Mother did not see thebulge in his pants when she stopped by to say hello.During dinner a short while latter she mentioned that she would have togo to Europe for at least the next three months and that she wasthinking about having his grandmother come stay. Peter was. ”“No, I am not. I am not in a talking mood. I am not glad to see you.”“Why don’t you want to see me?”“I am not the same man I used to be.” He almost shouted.“I can see that.“The Luca I knew wouldn’t be sitting around on his ass wallowing in self-pity, wanting everyone to feel sorry for him.”“I can’t walk for Christ sake!” He barked at her.“You haven’t even tried to.” She calmly replied.“How do you know that? And I am not wallowing in self-pity. I don’t want people to feel sorry for me.” He.