"Please mom...for me, I can't do anything for you myself, not at the moment anyway," I then added, seeing the raised lift in her eyebrows as I said th...t. "But...it would mean a lot to me if you would, to see you find pleasure while I watched, knowing that at least in that way, I could participate, and return something in kind to the pure joy you've just given and shared with me."I saw the internal struggle, the turmoil of what I'd just asked her to do as she actually sat there silently thinking. “We did,” she replied, “He loves fucking other men’s wives and girlfriends and enjoys it even more if they know about it.” “I bet he was surprised that I was into that.” “Very, but absolutely delighted as well.” Alistair sighed. “He has the hots for you,” Alistair told her. Julie kissed him. “I know,” she admitted, “and I have the hots for him as well.” Alistair was stunned. “I don’t love him,” she told him, “but I do need him sexually. No man has ever made me orgasm the way he does.” . Prick. The Timmy you grew up with wouldve done anything to help his best friend. Thats what Im doing now. You need someone who you can love, someone to put your dreams into. Why cant that person be me? Because youre a dude. A dude in a miniskirt and high heels. But I love you. I didnt understand what was happening, sure Id said I loved him loads of times, it was a running joke at school that we were in a bromance but this, this really meant something. I saw him about to say something and. She sent me her pictures where she was laying on the bed in lingerie and masturbating looking straight to the camera. I loved her lips and a big dick she had. I was wondering how good it would feel if she was next to me right now, sniffing lines from my belly and ass. I'd love to suck her dick deeply in my throat and please her anyway she wants. I knew that if she took care of me I'd be the luckiest girl on the planet. So we started chatting and talking about lingerie, what are our preferences.