" I did feel bad about that, but the owner at work was out of town and I was the only one they trusted with the business while they were away."I know....I just wanna see you before I go." She was pouting a little. I had to admit to myself that it was rather adorable, if a bit juvenile. I finished my sandwich preparation and looked up to unintentionally lock eyes with her. There was a hesitant look in her eye, like she wanted to say more but chose not to. I hoped she wasn't pissed at me for not. ..I'm a boy!"Kind of makes you not want to know much about Pete Townsend's childhood if you ask me. This one's unique. Pretty much everything else I could find was "about" someone else, besides this one, in which the narrator is the victim, and not happy about it. It's really hard for me to even picture them doing this song. Maybe this is why Keith Moon spent the last several years of his life running around in dresses looking like.....well, Keith Moon in a dress.But unlike Dylan, or anyone. And just as fast as it had started it appeared that it also quickly ended. Two days later Daniel was back. He called me up and said that he wanted me to go over to his house for breakfast to show me pics of his trip. As well as thoughts about the college. I agreed.Trying to act normal I went over to Daniels house. He was playing video games in the living room. I joined him, he said that his mom would be arriving from the grocery store any minute with supplies to make breakfast. About 30 minutes. She ground her hips on me while I tongue kissed and fingered my stepmom.That went on for a minute until I turned to suck and lick my mom’s left nipple while my stepmom took care of her right nipple. My fingers continued penetrating my stepmom’s pussy while my cock penetrated my mom, which was the most pleasurable feeling of my life.“Ohhh,” my mom moaned, tightening her pussy around my cock.A few minutes later, my stepmom told my mom, “Don’t keep him all to yourself.”My mom reluctantly got off.