You and Thomas can have the hut for ... for your activity." I love you. I truly do. You are more of a man than I ever imagined," Grace said as she hug...ed her husband."And you are certainly more of a woman than I ever knew." Then we make a good pair."When Thomas came home with several fish from his trip to the fishing nets he saw his mother setting the table. His father was not there.He put the fish down and walked over to his mother, wrapping his arms around her from behind and grasping her. After all, the preparations were already made.You may wonder who I am. That’s normal, after all I do appear as a creep spying on and manipulating a loving (If abnormal) family. And I wouldn’t deny those thoughts; however, there is a second reason to this madness. One that drives me to act instead of watch.I am the only and last heir to a line of scientific minds, we were always prodigies. My line has been filled with chemists, doctors, and inventors. However, my line has a weakness. A curse. "There was no question about it. My dick was hard again.I said, "I should be in the Guinness Book of World Records-- longest blow-job in history."We both laughed. She said, "You did that because you loved him." Oh stop it right now." My dick was standing up now, a rocket ready for take-off."For sure," she said, "You were in love with him."My erection was unusually urgent, red and tight with bulging veins. She looked at it and said, "See? Erections never lie."A shaved dick always looks bigger,. "But I'll get ready. Will youunlace me?" "Nope," she grinned. "Put on your exercise tights and runningshoes. I'll get you a shirt." "Wait a minute," I resisted. "I can't go out there wearingthis corset and falsies!" "Yes you can," she insisted. "We spent enough time in ourfashion show that it's already dark. You're lucky I'm not insistingyou wear shorts. I would insist if you had on suntan coloredstockings instead of those lovely dark ones." Poised between reluctance and excitement, I.