"Yesss!" She smiled and slowly fell to her knees. She pulled my shorts down and my hard dick flopped out. "Oh my!......What a small cock!" She said mo...kingly. My face burned red with embarrassment. I had always been insecure about the size of my dick. She took my cock between her finger and thumb and wrapped her lips around it. I grunted and tried desperately to hold off cumming straight away. "Jess.....our parents...." I struggled to talk. "Out for the day. We got the house to ourselves." She. When I was paying attention again, Bob and his father were talking about bubbles. It took me a minute to see that they weren't talking about her bubbles. It was economics. "1987 did it," Bob's father was saying. "People learned then that a sharp drop could be recovered from. The problem is that they learned that one would be recovered from. There is still air in the US market, but it will leak out. Can it happen without a 'whoosh'? I don't know." Bob was telling me," I said, "that you could. I can remember feeling quite disappointed because as hard as I tried to hump the corner of the table the balancing thing had no effect whatsoever. That was until I splayed my knees as far apart as possible raising them up and down off the floor. Now this soon started to warm things up. I had placed a towel over the table fearing for my special bits and the humping effect of my clit on the towel covered table edge was invigorating. Amazingly enough my frog legs and the humping motion with feet. All of that business with the phones. And then, of course, what happened yesterday, on DAY TWO!”“Thank you, Sally.” Cara said, because that’s what the HOSTESS says to the CO-hostess, even if she is only made bearable by the contracts that say that they can drink wine on TV. “Yes, especially the big news about friend of the show, Contessa Helena de San Finzione! Her name’s been in the news coming out of Seattle a LOT these past two days! First, that terrorist attack on her hotel Monday, and then.