I’m a virgin.”
As my son’s words sank in…I wanted him even more. I really need a man’s opinion and you’re definitely a man.” Giving my sons hand a tight squeeze…I felt as if I was in the pleading stages. XXX It’s not like I’m anyone’s idea of that term…that slangy word. In a rough, husky voice that made something turn liquid between my legs, he said. I knew he went into the living room, after the front door was shut. My heart was pounding against my chest…I had to look at it. Naked and dripping wet, I left the bathroom, stepped ito my bedroom…walked over to the entrance and yelled, “Honey, help me!” I had to repeat myself a few times before my son’s bedroom door opened. I winked at him before stepping out from the kitchen. …I hurried back to my bedroom.
