"Lots of girls are called Alex. I could still be Alex. You can justshorten yours to Ray. I don't want a different name. I want part of me tostill be m..., no matter how I look on the outside." For some reason thisreally mattered to me. Ray just nodded."Okay, Alex it is." She paused and her expression turned to a friendly,concerned look. "Is there somewhere you can stay for a while?" I guess I could try Tony. He's my best friend. I don't know what I'mgoing to say to him though." I thought about it. Maybe he should get hypnotized, too, so he could obey women like that. Especially Cheyenne, but also Reba, Barbara Jean, and even Kyra. It was mostly him licking them all over, sucking their toes, and eating out their pussies and asses. He also wanted to rub them down and caress their flesh.If he was just obeying the ladies, even having them fuck him now and then wouldn’t be cheating, would it? He would just be a good guy doing what he was told by the bossy women in his life. He secretly loved. At thirty-eight, mom had the body and looks of a twenty-one year old. Her boobs were full, firm and had such prominent nipples, plus a number ten ass. One Saturday morning I was lying in bed reading some text book, phone rang. Father was out of town for some company work. Mom was in kitchen preparing lunch. Phone rang about six-seven times I thought mom would receive the call so I didn't picked up the receiver. As there was no response from mom so I picked up but mom might have picked up that. My shirt was clammy and my thighs trembled. The odds of story-time out-lasting my urge to paint her and these living room’s walls white were looking slim to none.“Um, yeah you spread your cheeks and sat down on it. You released them and they jiggled and kept on jiggling when you twerked on it. Hands on knees, looking back at me, licking those juicy lips.”“These juicy lips?” She made out with my balls and cock along its length.“Yes those juicy lips,” I said in a low growl.“Fucked me doggy-style.