She stopped. "I've been trying to get a hold of you." "I know." "Well, why didn't you answer?" He looked at her with a look that said 'Are you serious...' She sighed and hung her head. "Did you at least listen to the voicemail?" "Yes," his hand extending to her chin and meeting her eyes with his. "But I want to hear it in person." She looked up at him and saw his shining eyes pierce the darkness. Her character turned to mush and she started stuttering. "I...I'm s-sorry." "For?" he asked. She. As he watched her unclasp her bra, letting a pair of nicely sized boobs hang free, he suddenly remembered about his dad’s pair of binoculars. His dad was showing them to him only last week. He was wanting him to go for a hike up the Pentlands to look for a Red Kite. Well, this redhead was a much more exciting prospect.He quickly went and got them from his dad’s study and slipped back into his bedroom. He crouched down in front of the window, checking and double-checking that the lights were. .. " she began slowly. "You know, you might have an idea there. George really loves the ballet. It would be fun having him along. It WOULD be good for him to dress up and get out. You are serious, are you?" Deadly serious." I'll call him. See if he wants a date?" she grinned impishly."Maybe we should have sex just before you leave? Just to tame you down?" I smiled."What about now?" Later. Your sex drive would recover by evening and George couldn't be trusted with someone whose fuse is already. When he hit 13, he started to spy on his mum in the shower. He had saw her tits in the shower. He had saw her playing with her pussy as she got out the shower. It was safe to say that Andrew was in love with his mum. He looked over to ask his mum a question when he saw that her nipple had slipped out of her bikini top. He was immediately aroused. Andrew was still a virgin, he though about sex all the time, day and night, if he was bored he would think about sex. The sight of his mum nipple was.