There was the word I was looking for - "anything."I told him he really hurt me down there and I wanted him to fix it like he used when I got hurt.He a...gued back that washing it and putting bactine on it wouldn't work like it did on a scraped knee.I told him what made it better wasn't washing or bactine or even his clumsy bandages. What made it better was the love I could feel when he would kiss it better. "I want you to kiss it better, Wes."That was obviously the last thing he expected me to. All told I suppose I had been on the table for about forty minutes. “You’ve definitely earned a rest,” I told him. “Go and sit down. I’ll put some clothes on and then I’ll come and pour you a drink.” I hopped down from the table and out of the corner of my eye, I saw he was watching me. I went to him and put my arms round him and rested my head on his chest. To my surprise and pleasure, he responded by putting his hands round to lay them on my bottom and oh-so-gently squeeze.“You have a. Mum had washed my cock thoroughly and ensured that my bum hole and balls were especially clean. I was squeezing her boobs as she dried me and inspected my equipment. Her hands on me, squeezing and stroking me, felt amazing and I was thrilled to be feeling the weight of her boobs when, suddenly, an incredible, electric tingling in my groin made me freeze. Mum sensed my wonderment and held her grip briefly asking, ‘is everything alright?’ I couldn’t answer, my mouth was opening wider along with. "I'm going to see Mum today. You're out all day, aren't you?" Yes, but only to Newmarket. Should be home by seven, I should think." That's good."Groups vary, of course. Mine that day were fairly typical, a mixture of keen, resigned and resentful, but by lunch time I had them at least involved and participating and at the end of the day, they were all smiling to some degree. The feedback forms were complimentary and I took the day as a success. As I was packing up, I got a text from Emma, asking.