." Yes?" I said in what was intended to be a cool voice, but instead emerged from my throat like a frog's croak. Mags looked back at the screen to Jol...nda. "He has a great cock," she said, and Jolanda nodded in assent, moaning a yes. Mags looked back to me, her eyes locking with mine now as she reached out her hand and gently touched the tip of my cock. I blinked and gasped, not sure what was happening but enjoying it way too much. I stopped stroking myself and Mags gently replaced my hand with. She would often tease guys with her outrageous figure d****d in the sexiest tightest articles, all worn with the intention of attracting attention.Now not all of her flirtatious activities happened in my presence. She has often regaled tales of her girls nights out where some guy or guys have been very forward with their suggestions, hitting on her, trying to feel her up and trying to persuade her to go on a date with them. This became so regular that it now seems the norm. She would however be. " She said."I know." Chuck brushed his hand against her forehead."I-I'll be real good. Just let mommy get a little sleep." Aw, poor thing, but this will take only a minute." He smiled at her."Wh-what is it?" Dorothy couldn't dare disobey him or even stall him."I want you to tell me something."Oh, no. She could hear the threat already in his voice, no matter how kindly he pretended."Please. I-I don't know." You haven't heard the question yet." His voice almost slipped into anger.His mother. He wasn't even sure if he was really dreaming. It was a half-asleep—half-awake status that was new to him. It brought a certain comfort so he desired not to rise. He would skip his rations of French Toast that morning. It was just better to lie in comfort. He wondered if any more dreams would come to him.These dreams—about events that he hadn't thought about in so many years; why did they all come to him that morning? It had been a long time since his body felt as good as it did. It was free.