Then I would call my brother and sister and make our plans.A week passed and Caroline never mentioned the tickets. I began to worry about the dependab...lity of the US postal system. I carefully quizzed Caroline to see if her mailing address at work was still the same. I had mailed the tickets there since I pick our mail up at the mailbox every day. I feared it would look suspicious if I showed up with the letter at home.By the middle of the next week, I was wound tighter than a piano wire. What. Yes, there was no way to undo what was done! Michael's penis had been in my mouth, his cum had shot into me, and I had gratefully and willfully swallowed. Michael's sperm and the seed of another man had been planted in my body, and it was now growing deep within me. I realized that I now was truly, and forever more would be just as Michael had just declared, … "I WAS NOW, GAY!!" My head throbbed and everything was different.Michael continued, "We have come a long way. It took us much longer. I wished he'd move them up and touch my pussy. I knew he wouldn't. The more I felt his hands on me, the more I wanted him to feel me. I rested my hands on his. This seemed very innocence. I started rubbing the top of his hands. Just like any mother would, but I had something different in mind. I looked over at my husband. I liked the idea of my son's hands on me with my husband right there. As I rubbed his hands I tried to move them up my thighs just a little. He didn't give me any resistance.. On night in a chat room I learnt of gay bath houses, they sounded interesting and I found there was one nearby.eventually one day I plucked up the courage to go, I walked in, paid my money, was handed a towel and I went to the lockers, stripped off and wrapped the towel around my waist and headed in. First I went into the sauna, nothing too sexy here, a few guys sitting and sweating, after a while I went next door which was the steam room and everyone left their towel outside and went in.