Immediately, she realized that he was not in his wheel chair but dressed. The black collared cashmere sweater he wore was familiar. She recognized the...gift from a new secretary. If they were giving gifts then it was likely that they were receiving them. Then she reminded herself that it was pointless to worry about his little dalliances any more. It was a good sign that he looked comfortable in the dark leather of his favorite antique chair, with its high back. It had been a while since he had. ” I said, “Before I started the cooking class and met you, weather permitting, I used to go on rides 2 or 3 times a week after work and usually one nice long ride on either Saturday or Sunday. You know it would be really easy to join me on those rides if you lived a little closer.” She hit the brakes and we stopped. She looked me in the eyes and said, “A little closer . . . or with you?” I said, “Well, given those two options, I think you know what my choice would be! But wouldn’t it be nice. " Why doesn't she talk to me, then?" Dex asked, pursing his lips."I really don't know. She told me she can watch you, that she can show you things, but, for some reason, she's unable to talk to you directly." Wait... 'watch' me?" Yes." Like ... like we just did to Kira?" Yes," I replied."So ... Mom ... what has she showed you?" He looked a bit agitated."I've seen you masturbating with my panties ... and Kira's. And ... I saw you with Donnie." Oh, God! Mom, no!" He shouted, angry. "That was. But something was wrong. He leered at me and began unbuttoning his shirt. As he undressed I saw a smooth-skinned young black man with sinuous muscles, slim hands, and slender legs emerge. His chest was hairless. I could barely see any hair on his body at all. Suddenly he was clad only in his shorts, which were some electric orange colored briefs. He faced me with a small smile and slid his briefs to the floor. An engorged and uncircumcised cock sprang up. It wasn’t as large as Tommy’s, perhaps.