"I rolled my eyes again. I kept quiet. He made me happy, and I'd bail him out again. I was lucky, he chose me over all the other girls in school. I wo...ld do whatever it took to keep him happy, and out of trouble from his parents. He was the dream guy for me.He was tall, six foot three, and muscular. He had curly brown hair, that if not well kept would end up in an afro look. He was the typical American athlete, football, wrestling, and cross country, along with track and field. I was smitten. Swarthmore’s hand and absent-mindedly tugged at his own dick. Regina, his girlfriend, told Mike to get a move on; she had things to do and wanted to shower with him. “Things are sure different from when I went to school,” said Mr. Swarthmore. He turned to Sylvia. “So, you’ve had sex with Drew?” Sylvia nodded her head. He then looked at me. “How about you? Have you had sex with my son?” “Not exactly,” I replied. Drew’s father repeated what I had said, and added that he had no desire to know the. She was directly looking at him... With a delirious saucy look. He could not stare into those beautiful eyes, and lowered his eyes. His eyes caught his aunt's exposed leg. Her gown was extended up to her knees, and as she was sitting on the bed with her legs folded, her gown had risen to almost her thighs. He looked at her smooth hairless delicate calves and her beautiful feet. His cock, tucked inside his shorts, began to get restless. "I must leave immediately." He thought. "No..." He nodded. He tasted like the tea and fairy cakes he always served her while she was here. They kissed until they were both breathless and finally pulled their faces back to look into each others eyes. At one point during their kiss, his arms wound up around her, but one of his hands now rested on one of her breasts. His front was pressed against her as well, and with her short stature, every breath she took made contact with his erection. Afraid of what might happen, he pulled his lower body away..