"I'm Nicholas Cage, from the movie 'The Family Man.' You know the one I mean, where he goes back to see what could have been?"Ken started laughing and...put his arm on Robby's shoulder. "I loved that movie. I think old Nick looked pretty good in that movie, wouldn't you say?" Robby just shrugged. He preferred Téa Leoni himself. He began to feel uneasy.Pointing at his neck with his free hand, Ken said, "What do you think of my bolts? Pretty sexy, huh?"Tipping his head sideways, Robby took a look. We'dthrown our things into the only room they had, the large room with thegreat four-poster. By this time we were famished. The rain kept most ofthe crowds away so we luckily found a table at a little bistro a fewdoors away. You know that constant conversation women have? Well, as theserver brought our wine, words failed me. Jenny was studying my face; alook of concern clouded her own. Wisely, she waited. She reached out andtook my hand. That did it. The tears came of their own accord. A. Never once did I even think of trying to catch a glimpse of her naked body in the shower, water shining off her body. When I masturbated, it was never with my mother in my brain. As it should be, my fantasies were of women in string bikinis or bent over on hands and knees in some porn flick, offering her two nether openings to a cock twice the size of mine.She was my mother, for heaven's sake, and mothers are off limits. I had done a satisfactory amount of fucking by the time I graduated high. ..you know the rule!." You whimper at this; both at the tease you're giving yourself and the anticipation of the fucking to come. Thinking of the feeling of my cock filling you, you almost lose it; your insides clenching but you manage, barely, to maintain control. Your focus turns back to me and you see my shirt is now gone and my pants are falling to the floor under the weight of my smooth leather belt. My tight black v-neck undershirt highlights my athletic body, but it's the large bulge in.