I got a cheeky grin from the nurse and she was gone.Lindsey returned a few minutes later. I followed her form as she entered, as best I could with one...eye swollen shut. The memorization of long ago remained. Like an adolescent hormonal teenager, I started to thicken.“I can’t stay long, Storm,” she said as she sat on the edge of the bed.I felt the sheet lift a little as I stared into her eyes. She reached under the sheet and cupped my cock and heavy laden balls, giving a slight squeeze. She. I stepped into the room and found my mother sitting on the bed trying to conjure up a smile. It didn't fool me for a second. I went towards her side of the bed and sat down with her asking what the problem was and why she was crying.She denied to be crying at first and tried to change the topic. But I told her I didn't buy it and asked her again why she was crying.She told me I wouldn't understand. I told her that I was nearly 18 years old and had enough brains to figure out what her problem. Yes stockings too....oh my and my hand glides up her warm smooth thighs and suddenly i feel lips and fur.... but before I can do any more she kneels across me and drops my trousers to the floor and undoes my shoe laces and I kick them off, and she says wait a minute, bending down she removes my trousers and drops them on the floor, I am suddenly left, wide open to anyone who looks round in stockings suspenders and then my panties are being taken off too.....she stuffs them in her jacket pocket. Sally thought that I was c***dish to be interested in the size, and she wrote it off as a "guy thing." That is, she wrote it off until the first moment he put it inside her on their first date. When he did, she told me later, she felt the head "pop" into her - a feeling which she described as "wonderful." Then, when he pushed all the way inside her, she learned that size is, indeed, a "guy thing," and that this guy's thing was *much* bigger than her husband's! In addition, I must admit that Ted.