Mom turned her head to look directly at me and said softly. “Honey, do you think you could do something for me?”“OK?”*long pause*Mom got up an... closed the separation door. I was wondering what this meant as Mom sat down and rolled back into the bed to face me.“Help me get your underwear off.” (Us kids slept in only our underwear.)“Why?”“You’ll know pretty soon.” I did as I was told.There was enough light coming through the curtains from the trailer yard lights for me to watch her lift up her. Just one?” He looked at her, curiously and she smiled as she realized where the confusion came from.“So all mer people have what you have?” She asked as she wrapped her hands around his shafts gently. “Well... y-yes; we can keep them inside and be penetrated too if we so desire.” He blushed at the thought and at her hands but instinctively thrust against them again. “Mmmff...” he let out a little moan, There was no more to discuss on the matter as far as he was concerned, he just wanted to be. Next morning I got rudely woken up by Zac’s phone ringing, I was lying in bed with a slight headache and his mobile didn’t stop. Like so many other considerate lovers he just pulled his pillow over his head mumbling something about “I’m on holiday” and neglecting that thing. Not sure what annoyed me more at this point, his attitude or his stupid ringtone but eventually I found his phone in his trouser pockets next to the bed. It turned out it was Sandra confirming that her flight would land at. An invite from a married man to an all-male orgy spa was my last horrah. Steaming sex, such a tightly packed aroma of sausage complex. It was there I blew two men. The host, & a tranny in the main room den. But I digress, it was much to my surprise. I derived the most joy, from the gripping of those nylon femboy thighs. A year later my boy, it was now a witch season. A brother & bag of witches. Just a suture stitch. Not a fag for no reason. Time approached for my spirit to finally embark on.