Who am I talking to? You sound a bit old to be one of her beaus.”“David Powell and sadly you’re right. You are?”“I’m Fred. Her big sister....I think I recall her mentioning a David. A walking friend. Is that you?”“Yes that’s me,” I responded, feeling somehow proud that I had been mentioned to Nadine’s family. “Nothing too bad, I hope.”She laughed, similar but not quite the same as Nadine did. “Depends if you class being called an old pervert as bad.”Guessing that Fred shared her sister’s sense of. We talked alot over week or so and asked me if i would like to meet up and maybe hook up i hesitated at first but agreed later on cause he was really cute and tall. He said this would just be sex and nothing else and if we both liked it we could get into some real stuff and so came thursday. i was all ready. He called me and said hes here i ran down and went out and I got in his car we talked for a while i was really feminine for guy and i had busty hips that a boy wouldn't have but apparently. That's why not. I am not happy with you going off in this state as it is. I am not going to have you throw away your safety for your vanity!" "But mom...." James checked his voice. He was actually starting to sound like he was sixteen again, right down to the speech pattern. He guessed it was true that you end up reflecting the expectations of others. "No buts. You can either do what I say on this, or you can spend a year at MPC." That was a threat. James loathed the local community college,. He would get me to look into the lens and smile with my mouth stuffed full of his cock or balls or my tongue penetrating his anus.After a couple of hours of Dave degrading me to the best of his knowledge, he finally deposited a large load of cum, half in my mouth and the other half all over my face another picture perfect moment.As Dave was leaving he handed me the bag and told me to be smart and use them, whatever that meant. He also told me that when He arrives tomorrow I must be wearing my.