They were friends again when she died.Ritchie came to the funeral. That was seven years ago. He could tell Les needed help. They began talking more fr...quently.One day, Les called Ritchie. “Hey, I was thinking.”“About what,” giggled the effeminate man.“About you, crazy! Let’s get married.”“What?”“I mean gay married. We can go somewhere. Vermont. Florida. Wherever and do it. I can’t be out here, but you can live with me and we can roommates in public, but husband & sissy in private.”“Les. I don’t. “Well okay... then you'll have to share the bed with our son tonight.”“I don't care. I'm not sleeping up there.”Oh jeez. I didn't like how that one was turning out. I couldn't possibly share a bed with Mom... not after what happened a few days before. But I had no choice.“Come on. Get in. And let's turn off the lights again. It was a long day.”So I got in bed and moved all the way to the wall. And then Mom got in bed as well. And as she switched off the flashlight, I realized that there was. 1 min baad usse bhi maza ane laga 10 min chus ne ke baad mein uske muh mein jhad gaya, usne sara raas pi liya aur boli mujhe malum nahin tha sex itna mazedar ho sakta hai sarat ne kabhi aisa kiya hi nahin. Main bola abhi to suru hua hai aage dheko mein tumko kya maza deta hoon. Fir 5-6 min kiss karne ke baad mera lund firse strong ho gaya. Meine usko apna jhang phar ne ke liye bola to wo jhang phar ke so gayi phir mein jor se ek jhatka mara to pura lund ghus gaya aur direct uske uterus se. Her face looked round, mainly because of her hair that she wore with a thick pink ribbon. She was dressed nice, a t-shirt that hugged her tight. She had small breasts, but they looked firm to the point of being hard. She had a flat stomach and a perfectly round butt that protruded out just enough that I wanted to reached out and touch it. And she wore a little heel, but the top of her head still didn’t come to my nipple line. If she weighed ninety pounds I’d be surprised. But with my practice.