So he is not willing to talk. I think he needs counseling. You better come here for two days.Vivek: No way I cannot come. You counsel him.Me: He is wo...ried that I cannot talk to him on this topic. You better approve him that it is not bad to follow my words.Vivek: That is simple for me, I can advise him on that.Me: He is already depressed. So don’t stress him too much. Speak gentle consoling words. Tell him that romancing is not bad as long as it is just acting.Vivek: Sure I will do that.Me: Ok. . well almost always.I do masturbate a lot I must admit and once I even thought about Mom whilst doing it. On that particular day which was a Saturday, I came down to breakfast to find mom dressed in a baggy t-shirt with only her thong panties on underneath. The t-shirt covered everything but when she moved around the kitchen making breakfast you could make out what lied beneath. This was normal breakfast attire but that morning I hadn't had a chance to jerk off as I did every morning so I. "Look, there are other things we can do besides just fuck this way," Matt continued, with a voice that displayed a little more sensitivity."You remember how I made you cum the other day when I kissed and licked your clit?"She nodded agreement."And you can always give me a good blow job. That works for a while anyway." I don't know how," she whimpered."I'll teach ya. And, I don't know if this would work with you, since you're so small everywhere, but I could always fuck your ass. I'm afraid,. "One condition though, Tom." Of course my dear. Anything." You have to let me make you breakfast in the morning."I laughed, nodded, and took her arm. We walked in single file down the narrow passageway and finally departed the bus.It took a little while to collect our bags and hail a cab. Clarissa had only a single backpack and a small shoulder bag. What I guessed were her only possessions in the world could be contained in so small a space; that realization humbled me.The ride home was quiet..