.where was he? I took my cellphone out of mypurse, but there were no calls or texts from Ron. The reality finallybegan to set in as I sat there stew...ng: another Craigslist wannabe!What a fool I'd been! The too-perfect response to my post, with anobviously bogus photo of a handsome man...the witty email exchanges...ourphone chat, which had quickly devolved into phone sex...our texts lastnight, with me sitting here in a dress, and him getting off again...what afool I'd been! Ron was probably. I live a simple life: not much glamour and leisure, just your average Joe. Well I’m a bit “stocky” well imagine the big guys that bully you through high school, imagine them growing up… well that is what I look like. Big chested, broad arms, thick legs and a hairy body: that is the features of a certain persons in a gay community, a Bear: that is who I am. When I’m growing up I get beat up a lot. Honestly I kinda like it. Getting up close with your big, strong, sadistic bully is somehow erotic. “No, I never seem able to keep them. I guess I’m tooshy and boring.”“You weren’t shy and boring with me today, Paul. Withthat tongue of yours and that lovely cock I’d neverlet you go.” She turned off the tap and gently driedhim with a towel.“Well then,” Marsha said in a tone that seemed to saythat the time had come. Paul looked expectantly at her. She undid the zipperdown the side of her skirt, undid the snap on thewaistband and let the skirt fall. She turned andwalked out of the bathroom. I smiled and said yes, it sure did, stop staring. "That's my mom you know. I've seen her boobs plenty of times. She does have some huge nipples though. When I was a k** I wanted to touch them because they were so long, but she never let me."Well, I don't think she will stop you now, she's drunk." That's so wrong," Clair laughed, but then she reached down and just grabbed her tit. She squeezed it a bit and pulled on the nipple, which grew even larger. "I can't believe how long those are," Clair.