But sometimes I had a hard time admitting to myself that I sometimes only saw the side of Dom that fit into my chosen narrative. It was easier to focu... on the special treatment he'd always received from Mom, the way his maturity level sometimes didn't seem to have progressed in a decade, and forget that in those rare cases where I found myself needing help, he was often the first to offer it.It would have been weird if they continued to think I really was just trying to sell a story about a sex. "What is she getting out of this?" She's getting a baby," I sighed, but my mom didn't understand right away."Besides the baby," she said."No, um ... That's the deal," I said. "See, Mr. Collins can't, uh ... His sperm stuff isn't very good or something, and ... Um..." You're making Carol pregnant?" Mom stood up. I mean, she practically jumped out of her chair. "You're just a boy!"She didn't mean that, I didn't think. She meant I was her boy. My mom knew better than anyone that I could make a. This must have been safety precaution in case my orgasm was more powerful than I could manage and they had to call the EMT, who was on duty in the building for me and other clients.Lana asked me if I was ready for my first session. I sipped the remainder of my drink (nice little buzz on an empty stomach) and said that I was. She walked me over to the bed, helped me off with the robe and had me lay down, naked, on the bed. She handed me a remote control to adjust the bed to my comfort, which I. When Jean spoke up, Dan jumped and almost knocked Jane off of him. Jean asked him which sister was which and then asked Jane to switch places. Jean climbed onto Dan’s cock and began riding him just like Jane had been doing. After a few bounces on his cock, Jean again asked which sister was she. Dan was in such a state of shock that he didn’t know how to respond. Jean climbed off and the twins stood side by side and again they asked Dan to identify who was who. After stammering a bit, tried to.