"Yeah, I boggle at breasts all the time..." It was a well known fact to most people Will knew that he<i><b>loved</b></i>tits. Girls he was friends with would usually cover themselves around him, either jokingly or because they knew how perverted he really was. "..just not my Mom's.". He stood awkwardly as she paused in front of his crotch, turning slightly red. He made a motion to cover himself, stopping when she began to rise again. "Well..it's not like it's hanging out..." he said, growing redder as she pulled at his waistband. He watched her go, still blushing.<br/>Dismissing any thoughts on the matter, Will turned to why he had come to the kitchen in the first place; breakfast. Pouring himself a bowl of cereal, he went out to the living room to eat and watch whatever happened to be on. Something smelled. . .<br/>Oh, it was him.<br/>"Gotta take a shower. . ." he thought aloud, finishing his cereal. The shower that he usually used was broken, the only remaining one being his parent's. Will stood up and made his way up stairs, walking in his room and searching for a towel.<br/>He knocked on his parents' door.<br/>"Hey...I have to take a shower. Hurry and get dressed..." he yelled through the door.