He was built almost like a Greek statue, only a bit more subtle and less of the showoff type. His eyes were blue and his chest was the masculine type ...hat I often wanted to curl up against and cry after a hard day of work or school. He and I shared a lot of the same interests. We both enjoyed fishing, listening to music and playing downtown at the arcade or going for walks. There was some sexual tension. We both enjoyed the same kind of music and we would bring our CDs to one another’s. All the girls wanted to be with a football team member. I asked him what he wanted me to do. ‘First I want you to say that you are a horny bitch’ ‘ I’m a horny bitch’ I repeated. ‘ A horny bitch’s job is to suck her man’s cock until it gets hard. Then you lay on your back and he will put his hard cock in your wet pussy. Do understand?’ ‘Yes’ I told him. ‘You ask him if you can suck his cock and then you go to work’ he ordered. I looked at him. ‘ Can I suck your cock?’ Then I sucked him ‘til he. I remember I used to ask him why he took so long in bathroom and he would say that I was masturbating and this time my load was so much that I could impregnate 10000 women. Lol. One day I don’t know how but I decided to buy a lungi and try it on. I feel comfortable with bare minimum and roam around in my flat in just underwear but that day I bought a lungi and checked in youtube how to wear that. I put that on and took out my underwear and amazingly it felt good and different with your jewels. He has something to ask you, Carl informed. Audrey hugged her son, and looking at him, inquired him. He stuttered, coughed and stammered, and failed to say anything useful. Asking his own mother for sex was harder than he initially thought. Its okay, baby. Just tell me. Do you… do you promise you wont be mad at me? I…, Audrey considered it carefully. She was swimming in dangerous waters, she could feel it. … I promise, baby Would you… could you… I want… to… I… you know, theres this thing I want.