As if the two of them hadn't thought about that!"Mom! We're not going to do weird sex stuff in front of our kid!" hesettled on to tell his mother."Nei...her am I," Heather said, to their surprise. "After the last man Ihad in the house, I decided that I wouldn't risk it anymore as long as Ihad to take care of you. I wasn't going to hook up with someone whodidn't have your interests in mind, but I don't need to worry about thatnow, do I? You don't need me anymore, Richard, you nor your sister,. " I nearly laught. "No, I'm just tiredmum that's all."She said, "Okay then have a good night," and gave me a kiss on theforehead and went downstairs.I nearly died with excitement and fear, that night I had many differentdreams, but none bad.Over the next month I found myself, when I was alone, going through allmy Mothers and Aunties drawers in their rooms, it was like a drug, themore I saw and felt their clothes, the more I imagined myself wearingthem, it was starting to become an obsession,. Wearing a shirt like this turns me on. It used to never be a thought. But that was before where the story of my past picks up. A button down shirt fetish wasn't something I ever heard of before I moved in with the person I mentioned in my first entry. His name is Scynthan. He's 6 foot 5 and has a decently slender body. He has a 7 inch penis too. Just perfect for me. When I first walked into his place, he placed a blindfold on me, unbuttoned my shirt, dropped my shorts and told me to step out of. It had been 8 mouths since I had last seen Lewis, 8 mouths since I had felt his body ageist my own. It had been the longest gap we had ever had apart. Even though we had been on and off for the past year after our failed relationship. But now here I was in his room again. It almost felt as if I had never left. Everything looked as I had remembered it, the same posters I had helped him put up covered every available bit of wall. His room wasnt the biggest but, I still loved it. I could never.