40 handy. A page out of Mr. Nuttinger’s scout manual.Gertie and I sat facing Harold and Pantone. Pantone had his arms crossed.Gertie didn’t waste ...ime, “Pantone, if you rent twelve apartments from Harold for a year, I’ll show you how to buy your own building.”“Why the fuck I do that, honky?”“Fine.”Gertie stood up, so I did too. My hand was casually resting in my open bag.Pantone was shocked. He’s used to controlling the tempo. Occasionally with a knife if the rumors are to be believed. “Wait!. My blonde hair wasn't gold - it wasn't even mine. Itwas a cheap wig from a local Halloween store, with out-of-place hairssticking to my face. Each time I tried brushing them away, they justended up getting caught in the press-on nails I'd haphazardly applied tomy hairy, unwieldy hands.As I stared at my reflection, I wished desperately that my dream wouldreflect my reality, but no amount of wishing was going to make that true.I turned and leaned back against the mirror, hoping maybe I'd. I had noticed it when he first approached. I wondered why he was so excited.He suddenly lifted his ass off of the little beach chair and pulled down his bikini bottoms. He just jerked them down, letting his hard dick jump up and throb against his belly.He had a good sized dick, and it was a deep brown color. He was Hispanic or some other dark-skinned race, it seemed. His balls were enormous and free of hair, but there was a giant forest of hair around his cock that led almost to his navel. This. That gave me the confidence that I lacked. So I started to observe her often and jerk-off in the bathroom thinking of her.I imagined mom cleaning the room, bending over to grab things and how she looked after her workout when jerking off. But I was not satisfied with just that so I took a step towards using her bra and panties. I released my cum into her undies. This practice happened for weeks.One fine day I woke up, went to the bathroom, and saw my mom’s inner-wear which made me horny. I then.