"You can make us lunch.Missy, did she say missy? Billy moaned but his heart did anotherpitter-patter as he was ordered to do chores. His heels clicked...as hewalked around the kitchen gathering bread and cold cuts from therefrigerator to make sandwiches. He loved the feeling as the nylonsrubbed against his jeans and the confining feel of the shoes squeezinghis feet forcing him to walk almost on his toes. He planned his nextedit to the web site as he opened a tin of soup to heat. When lunchwas. We are deep in slumber. My soft ass presses up against your groin, it wiggles gently rubbing you, and I can feel you getting hard against me. Even in my sleep I want to feel you inside me. My breathing changes as I begin to awaken, you are still snoring, so I know you are sleeping soundly. Your cock however is awake and lightly teasing me; I rock my hips towards you allowing it to glide between my ass, between my legs. I move slowly as not to wake you, turning my body around so that my head is. ” I said. With a grin impossible to retain. “I don’t want to know any more. As far as you having my dick, that’s up to you. Where, that too is on you. I’m going back in. You?” “Sure am.” I stepped behind him, then patted and squeezed the firmness of his ass just before he opened the door. Needless to say, we had a few more beers. And other party favors, which made spirits lighter. I watched him chug half a beer. Heard him belch loudly, and then watched him take to the stairs. While. He was such a good boy."My mom's are almost as big," Jacob said proudly. Marianne's legs grew wobbly at her son's words. How could he say such a thing about her? He was only fifteen. She should barge in and stop whatever it was they were watching! But Marianne didn't move. She was weak and leaning heavily against the wall listening to their 'oohs' and 'ahhs'. With a start she suddenly realized that the sounds from her son's room had quieted and now she could barely hear anything except for the.