I leapt up and Steven followed me into my mums room. Hindi bf Steven took his T-shirt off too, throwing it on top of his discarded trousers, his equally healthy body now bare. After a few moments of mutual nasal indulgence, I reached over and pulled out another pair, this time a pair of red flats that she wore on more social occasions, such as going out with her friends. I open the door and Steven is standing there with an eager grin. Steven pulled his trousers and pants down to his knees, but I told him take them off completely, and as he did so I pulled mines off too. “Phwoar” he said, grimacing disgustedly, turning his heard away. “Come in!” I said, restraining myself from simply dragging him by his jacket and throwing him in. I held my mums reeking shoe up to my nose and found that eventually it became more bearable with the invaluable
