I didn't like it. It embarrassed me, and I was self-conscious. I must have said something sometimes. I remember she'd say, "What? You're ashamed befor... your mother?" like it was no big deal. She also became pretty negligent of her own modesty, especially when she was drinking. She would walk between her room and the bath in various states of undress; she would change in front of me; she took to going about the house in nothing more than a thin nightie with no robe or housecoat on over it. Very. And there is not an ounce of fat on him.I had been standing in the dark long enough for my eyes to adjust. I could see the arrogant sneer on his face as he stood looking down at me.I couldn't meet his gaze. I looked down, ashamed at what I was about to do. The only thing that Deshane was wearing was a pair of white jockey shorts. The bulge in the front of them was obvious even in the dark. And his cock was still soft!He glanced around and then pulled me over to my bed. He sat down and bounced. " I'll bet none of them would say no to me. Maybe that's what I should do, offer them some of what you don't want. They would probably all want some."I saw a change in her eyes and she said, "Ooooh, and wouldn't that be fun. Which one has the biggest cock baby, I want to go tease him."I couldn't honestly tell if she meant it or not and I spent the rest of the night keeping a close eye on her whenever anyone of the other guys got up to use the john.She tugged at my zipper and as it started down. Bill unbuttons his levis, and grabshis cock through his cum-soaked shorts. Slowly he starts jacking off again,using his cum as a lubricant. With one hand he strokes himself... one handwrapped around underwear-covered cock and with the other hand he brings his cum-soaked jeans to hisface and rubs the still creamy jeans against his mouth and cheeks. Bill cumsa second time, before falling asleep amongst his cum-stained clothing andthoughts of Jon.4."He's invited me over. HE'S INVITED ME.