And if my wife catches me with you I would definitely die! Looking down at your legs I see you smile again and hitch your little summer dress up highe.... I glimpse your stocking top and gasp. If I wasn’t hard before, then I am now and obviously it shows as a large protrusion in my shorts. You look down at it and suggest we should go inside your cabin and do something about it. Did I hear right? Do something about it? You want to do something about it? YES! All my fantasising could be coming. Hooking his thumbs in the waistband, Tod pulled them off. His rigid cock stuck out and arched upward. Precum drooled from the tip. Tod stood facing Elsie nervously—hands behind his back.He moved right up to her as she reached out and wrapped her free hand around his shaft again. Once more she rubbed the tip, spreading around his slippery precum."God, this is such a nice one, I love it. There's probably bigger but I can't imagine wanting more in me." In you?" Uh huh, in me but we'll get to that. Frankly, it seems extremely likely as I am so boyish. It’s only at ballet and in bed listening to slow jazz I feel extremely feminine. Oh, by the way, listening to slow jazz before bed makes probably anyone dream of, well, sex. [I move on to describe other secret fears].I’m not gay, why do I dream of some man a head taller than me dancing to slow jazz then settling down to a cozy warm bed. LORD PLEASE FORGIVE ME!I might have been a strange kid… However, I had to acknowledge as I grew older that. Right. Shower. Do you want a towel to cover yourself, in case someone in your family sees your naughty bits?”“You’re getting as bad as her. No I don’t then, Mrs Sarcastic!” He went through into the kitchen, just as Lara and the others arrived.“Oooh Daddy,” June watched Lara pick up on his discomfiture instantly, and her mood change equally instantly. “What a bod! Do a twirl for me.”Tony, hands over his privates, fled into the hall and upstairs without saying anything. June followed at a slower.