Benjamin thought it odd the apartment had no window facing the parking lot. He was glad that it didn’t.“Why did your brother and the others decide...against doing me doggie?”Ethan eyed him, wryly amused. “You really are blunt.” He cocked his head. “Would you rather they hadn’t?”Benjamin only stared at him.“I’ll tell you what Nick told me: getting blowjobs was humiliating for you and fun for them. So was fucking your mouth. Doing you anal meant fucking another guy, which struck Nick and his. It was a nice evening and once Anne had reconciled herself to the factthat Pete worked in the back of a rental agency and Mary at the localfood bank (thereby defining themselves as "lower class") she enjoyedherself as well. Beer flowed, steaks and wings were eaten and Anne andMort contested as to who had the best "stupid financial services" storyto tell.The only thing wrong was my clothing. Because this was Gama's I wasdressed as male as I ever did in those days. I would have liked tohave. She felt confused and wanted to march over to his apartment. Ask what was going on, but something in her body told her to stand still. She didn’t know how long she stood there, but her legs were starting to tingle from being in one position for so long. It was like she was drunk again as she stumbled through the house and up to her room. Sitting on the edge of her bed, she looked over her shoulder at the closed curtains. Her mind began to engage with her surroundings. She looked towards the. I had Mom in every room inthe house, dressed and undressed, and my life was blissful.I particularly like to get behind her in the kitchen when I came in,dropping my pants and lifting her skirt up around her waist, to rub myrigid prick between her panties covered ass cheeks, when she would leanon the counter, pushing her butt back at me, her knees slightly bent,and then I would ease my horny cock up her panty leg into her wetpussy, hold her by her hips and fuck her until I shot my load into.