“Whatever,” I added. I knew she was nervous by the fact that she said 'pussy'. Except during intimacy, she was never that graphic unless worried. ...��If for whatever reason he changes his mind, we can have fun.”“It's the whatever that bothers me,” she remarked, her voice filled with worry. “What if he looks at that thing and-”“Will you stop?” I told her. “If he has a problem with your clit, he can get out of here.”My wife had always been self-conscious of her clitoris. At almost five-eighths of an. This kind of deflating defeat was the risk of my little game. Now I had to decide whether to continue my pursuit, or be satisfied with whatever mental sketch I could build and hold in my fevered mind. I chewed these thoughts in my head, not casually as might a good meal, but fast and hard like necessary food ‒ like airport food that you have to choke down for a purpose. I was entangled in these thoughts when an alluring scent tickled my consciousness. If I were any good at discerning flowers or. Godlessness. I don’t expect you to grasp that, but it’s the truth. And we’re pulling him out of high school. This was a mistake, putting him in a public school. We’ll put him in a Christian school ... This is just not acceptable! It’s wrong!” Mom ranted.“You will not, Mom and Dad! I love you, but I can’t follow your path, even if it leads to Heaven. I just can’t. It’s not who I am. Do you love me or the Christian version of me, a fundamentalist like yourselves? I don’t buy it, guys. I just. Rubbing my cock through the jeans…he watches and I notice his cock getting hard again…not controlling himself…he reaches out unbuckles my belt, unsnap the snap, pulls the zipper down…reaches into my Calvin Klein’s hole and yanks out my half hard 9 incher…and starts licking it up and down and puts his lips over my mushroom head making a popping sound…this k** was sucking like a pro!….I tell him for the first time you are one hell of a cocksucker son!…he then explained he has watched str8 and gay.