The crowd started getting even tighter as the night went on and people passing by bumped us repeatedly. I eventually couldnt prevent it and bumped up...to her ass over and over. The thing was, she never acknowledged my hard on???? I was like "fuck it!" after a few bumps of my hard-on on her big ass and she not moving a muscle, I just kept there. She was so soft and so fucking hott I let my inhibitions go and started grinding on her. To my dismay, she started pushing back on me... wtf???? I. It wasn't long after the magazines were out before my erection was in full force. I didn't even try to hide, I wanted him to see. As if on cue he looked over at the bulge in my shorts and asked if I was hard. I told him I was and asked if he was. "Yes" he responded almost immediately. The next question he asked was the one I had hoped to hear all night, "Can I see it?". My hart was racing as I told him yes. I reached down and pulled off my shorts and laid back down exposing the clear. According to May - that's her name - it's more likely a piece of pulp fiction, something involving Kung Fu fighters, secret societies and Ninja Turtles - but maybe I'm mixing up countries here. After having done the transcription and having read the text a few times, I would agree with her. This has got to be fiction. Nobody would write weird stuff like this for real.I gave May the pages to read. Then I asked her to translate them aloud and I taped her. Afterwards I transcribed the tape onto my. At first I sort of got red faced and stammered acompliment, which made her giggle and tell me how cute I was. Well Ididn?t want to be cute. I was a guy. I wanted to be macho. Butsomething began to stir in me that said, "Cute is good!"After a while mom took things to another level. You see, I made a pointof being around whenever she did her nails, and she made a point ofnoticing my being there. Sometimes she would tease me about wanting topaint my own nails (talk about hitting close to.