With one final move I would latch my fingers around the waistband of that one remaining garment and pull firmly downwards. I would feel the resistance...as your huge member was forced downwards by the lowering waistband, but then suddenly it would spring out in all its glory, swaying under its own weight and pointing upwards right into my face, as if begging for my attention. The shiny purple head would stare at me beckoningly and my face would be drawn towards it by an irresistible force. As my. " Was he in here--with you?" Yes, he was, Mother." And he saw you like that?" Yes he did, Mother." I see," said Mother as her face took on a very strange look. "Lunch is all but ready and you both need to come to the kitchen, PDQ." Yes, Mother, we will." Mornin', Mom. Mornin', Sis." Good morning, son." Mornin', little brother."The early lunch was quiet, but we all ate heartily. Harold and I kept exchanging short, intriguing glances out of the corner of our eyes. Hmmmm."What are you two up to. It was as if he was born with this desire. Phillip is a teacher and he recalls similar experiences in his c***dhood. He would sneak his father’s Playboy magazines into his room and pretend that the naked models were dominating him. He even recalls the time he took a carrot out of his parent’s refrigerator and took some Vaseline and penetrated his own rectum with the lubricated carrot as if it were a dildo. He . ” He looked back at their table.” The other couple started coming in with him a few weeks now.” Clyde looked at me. I didn’t look up at Clyde. I just slowly nodded my head. But, Clyde stayed close to us, as he poured us a few shots of tequila. ” On the house, girls, and Sammie, no fights in here, ok?” Clyde now turned to Jenny, for help. I had to know what was going on at their table. Who were those people with my husband? And the woman in the red dress suit, the one whose hand held on to Rob’s.