But not ones he could repeat to Mimi. "Er, um, y-yeah, w-well," he stammered, "er, how about you come to the game and watch me. We c-could go for a c-...offee or, uh, s- something afterwards. Or we could go round to my house?" "Mom, makes great cookies!!" he said, with a flourish a few seconds later.Mimi looked at him for a few seconds. Gave him a bright smile, and "Okay! If we don't see each other before then, I'll be at the football field on Sunday." She giggled and walked off. Chad stood. Don't hold back, even if you think you would be sparing my feelings, ok," she instructed him."Yeah, ok," he realized now what she was asking and he was willing to do it, but couldn't see what was coming from her."Ok, how would feel if I went out with someone, brought someone home, brought them home to my bed?"The reaction of Corey's body was instantaneous. He felt gutted, as if someone had slashed his gut with a machete and his mother could see it written all over his face."You wouldn't want me. Then, I felt a hand take it and give a gentle squeeze, then began rubbing up and down. It had to be Karen.Her hand was wet and slippery, maybe she put lotion on it, I couldn't tell, but it sure was feeling good.It wasn't long before my sister began trembling and moaning, I knew she was loving what I was doing and then she started to hump and buck as she went into her orgasm, gasping and grabbing the hair on my head, pulling my face tightly into her."Look how happy you've made your sister, Zach.. I’m gearing myself for a career in the Law and I don’t think exposing too much about my personal business will do me any good inthe long run. I intrigued Patricia Jenkins enough that she agreed to have a coffee with me, and that’s how it all began. We began hanging out. She had a lot of questions about me because she had never met anyone like me. How many pro-feminist, GLBT-supporting, proudly mixed-race bisexual ( and uncircumcised ) Muslim men can you find anywhere these days? Probably not.