"Yeah. They call me the hairless wonder. Get smacked with wet towels sometimes." He licked his lips and looked at me kind of funny, shyly I guess. "So...e guys call me meat and horse and stuff like that." How come?" I asked as blandly as I could, a little excited."My, you know," he put his hand to his groin, "my penis, it kind of grew when I got that spurt last winter. It's pretty big now." He made a face and turned away. "It's none of your business." You ever measure it?"He blushed and shook his. ..well, that your mom will call the police?"Natasha sighed. "I don't know."He shook his head and stood up on legs that were still a little shaky. "I'm gonna talk to her and hopefully keep out of trouble." You want me to help?" No, thanks but this is something I have to do."Tom put on his shorts and t-shirt and walked into the hall. The master bedroom door was closed and he knew that Dawn was in there. He stared at the door for a long moment before walking slowly down the hall. His heart seemed. "Put that away. Now." she sounded serious."Not until you kiss it." What!" You hurt his feelings. It's a sad 'peter'. See how droopy he is?" I poked her but she refused to look at my cock. "You have to kiss it and make it feel better." Ugh! Don't even joke about that." Who's joking?" Peter! That's disgusting!" Seriously?" I sat up, suddenly realizing that she wasn't laughing at any of this. "You have something against oral?" If God had wanted us to use our mouths for baby's, he would not have. I have no desire to be fucked in the ass or give head. I just like dressing up," Andrea informed her. "How often do you dress?" Simone questioned. "Almost every day. Under those Armani suits that you say look great on me I am usually wearing sheer pantyhose or panties. The full transformation is reserved for the weekends." "Have you ever dressed for a girlfriend?" "Just once. She accused me of being a sick and twisted fuck as she stormed out the door. She broke up with me the next day." Simone.