“Oh yes!” Cynthia let out, screaming herself to a well deserved orgasm. Feeling very relieved, Cynthia picked herself up. The realization that she...was turned on by another woman wasn’t entirely a surprise to her. Still, she was unsure of what it meant. She turned off the water, and reached for the shower curtain. Just before her hand reached it, the curtain suddenly pulled back. “Ah!” Cynthia yelped, scared. Then she was embarrassed when she saw Julie, staring back at her. Julie had a big smile. My white cotton boxer briefs were the only thing keeping my cock from spring out and hitting her face. "Mmmmm.... I love a young man in tight underwear. Can you breath??? " said Daryl's Mom. My eyes got bigger as she ran her long red finger nail the length of my cock. I heard Daryl move on the floor. He caught his balance and shifted the camera back to his horny Mom. The tip of my white shorts got wet, from my cock. She smiled. She started to breath heavy."I better take these off. Looks like. ’ ‘No other man has found it in your drawer?’ ‘There hasn’t been another man since before I got that.’ ‘Over a year ago?’ ‘Over a year.’ And then some, I think. ‘You need to learn about yourself. That’s one way of doing it.’ ‘I know. I guess I’ve never really been in touch with myself that way.’ ‘How about we skip the play?’ ‘Okay. Why?’ ‘It was a bad idea. I’d rather spend time talking to you tonight instead of sitting in a theatre watching other people speak lines Arthur Miller wrote sixty. "Maxine, it's me Sylvia," she said."Well good morning, have you finished your thinking?" I asked."Yes, and I also spoke with Vlad and Anya, I hope you don't mind," she said."I don't mind at all and I appreciate you telling me right up front that you have. Honesty is the very best thing as far as I'm concerned." Of course I can't be honest with you, I thought."Good, we need to sit down and do the long talk thing before I start. Vlad said it would be for the best." He is right," I said in.