- Here you go, grab my arm.- Thanks.I entered the bathroom and she left it. She didn't close the curtain while doing so and I chose to leave it open t...o.My bedroom was facing the bathroom so, when she went back to my bed to sit on it and wait, she could see me wash up. The thought of her eyes on my member made it stiff in a second.I washed up, taking more time to wash my sprained ankle and taking good time to wash my cock, pretending it was no big deal.When I turned the water off, she quickly. Italian American, great! I would have my spaghetti and meatballs afterall.I walked in and took a seat, trying not to sit like a boy. A big motherlywoman came up to me. "Maria's busy with other tables; can I help you,honey?"Nobody but Mom ever calls me honey, but I smiled and said yes, I wasstarving for spaghetti and meatballs."Good choice!" she chortled. "Ours are the best in town."Other diners smiled and nodded at me and I smiled back. This must be onesuper friendly town!The lady was right,. Lisa was a single mom in her late thirties and a nurse who worked in a local pediatrician’s office. She was friendly, kept the apartment clean, and always paid her rent on time. Her daughter, Julie, appeared to be a typical teenager with the buds of her IPod a seemingly permanent fixture in her ears. Lisa was dark haired with an attractive face and a bit on the heavy side. Julie was a younger version of her mom with the same dark hair and also carrying just a few extra pounds. Lisa and Julie. He closes his eyes and starts to point to a shirt at random when the doorknob to his room starts jiggling."Honey? Are you in there?" Drew could tell from the voice that it was his mother."Mom! What have we talked about? You need to knock first! I'm lucky I locked the door!" I'm sorry, Drew. I forgot," she says through the door. "I need to talk to you downstairs." About what?" asks Drew, somewhat annoyed. He chooses a shirt and begins walking over to his bed."Carol called."Drew freezes and drops.