He resolved to become a REAL BOY. Then at least hisloyalties wouldn't change as rapidly as the flick of a green whip, andhe wouldn't be used for firew...od.The next day the Director called Pierrot aside and asked him: "What isyour father's name?" Jacquot." And what is his trade?" He's a wood carver for the tourist trade." What does he make?" Radio towers and triumphal arches out of lacquered wood." How large are the arch supports? Are they large enough to contain ...oh, let me see ... twenty. You take the encased bellend just inside your mouth, wetting the fabric as you tease us both with your perfect touch. You reach and grab the edges of my boxers' waistband, pulling them down and watching in glee as my stiff cock is pulled down, before it springs back up in your face. Holding my cock up so the fleshy shaft rests along the side of your nose, you nuzzle your mouth into my bollocks, sucking one of my balls briefly into your mouth before doing the same with the other. They feel warm. She hummed a little tune as she stroked his hair, as she would a baby or a pet. She began to rock him gently.I got the suntan oil and handed it to her. She began to massage it into her father, working all over his body. She bent him forward to cover his back and rolled him over to get to his ass, after pulling his shorts off. When she rolled him back over, his dick was sticking up in her face like a flagpole."Poor Daddy. All he wanted was a little pussy and I've got a little pussy. All you had. ‘OK, I’ll just take a look and if I see anything scary, I’m out.’ she told herself.Nearing the house, she could see that it was, in fact, an old colonial that seemed well kept and somewhat inviting. She made her way up the steps and peeked in a small window to the side of the front door. The humidity of the night air fogged the glass obstructing her ability to see anything other than the glowing flicker of a candle. She pressed the doorbell but did not hear a ring. She pressed the button again.