Only then does myrelationship with Chrissy make any sense.I've mentioned before, there was nothing sexual going on between mom,her girlfriends, and me... but that didn't mean that is wasn't extremelysensual. Mom, loved men, but she was really enjoying the growing senseof control she had over me. I wasn't a perfect sissy back then, and tobe honest I'm still not. I behaved like a normal kid from Brooklyn mostof the time. In fact mom would go to most of the sports stuff I wasinvolved in, and. Steam was coming out his ears when she finally drew back, tears in her eyes and a smile on her face."Thank you my own Sweetest Lover." Putting out her hand she touched and thanked Betty as well."Why can you fondle her tit and you can't fondle mine, you cad?" she asked after seeing where his hand was."Me? I don't know what you're talking about," he answered, very visibly fondling Betty big boob. "Someone placed my hand here and I was just feeling around to see if I could discover just where it. She sat there for a few minutes, and then came into his arms. He straightened while hugging her, stepped back, and set her on her feet. She grabbed her own clutch of napkins and held them between her legs. They both walked to the bathroom, she sat on the toilet seat while he drew the tub. He steadied her as she eased down into the hot water. He washed his hands and wiped his face with a washcloth before leaving her to her soak.He unpacked and changed his slacks. Somehow there were two smears of. . it didn'tfreeze me. It made me stay still. Tentatively, because I thought it waswhat he wanted me to do, I slipped my tongue past my seemingly dry lipsand onto his springy flesh. The manly taste along with the musky smelldid nothing to diminish my newfound place as this man's plaything. Thiscouple's plaything.As I opened my mouth wider and licked at his balls, I couldn't take myeyes off of Brett's face. His smile wasn't mean or cocky in any way, butit was still confident and strong and.