She closed her fingers around my rock hard cock and slowly stroked it while leaning her head against my shoulder. I moved my hand over to her beautif...lly tanned thigh that was exposed from under her little cheerleader skirt and started to stroke it lightly. To my surprise, Amber reached over and removed my hand from Tiffany’s leg. Was this a good sign or a bad one? The wine had me a little confused but I knew my only option was to go along.I had come from work in my normal full business. She waited for an hour and was propositioned by no less than five men before she decided he wasn’t coming. The next day, in school, she asked him if he’d felt anything.“Did you try to turn me on?” he whispered.“Of course not,” she said.“Then no, I didn’t feel anything,” he replied.Neither of them thought about the import of his question, either.Bobby tried something similar, standing in the alley behind her house. That didn’t work, either.Which led them to the firm conviction that the user had. I pause briefly, grab his shoulders and dig my nails into him. I snake my tongue out and place the tip between his lips. I flick up and down a few times and try to snake into his mouth. I’m too high up and there is only the tip of his cock inside me. Helpfully, he lifts his hips ever so slightly and gently moves in and out as my tongue forces its way into his mouth. He is so amazingly warm and I can just hope my pussy is similarly warm for him. Then I lift my knees slightly giving a slight. "That's fine. But I expect you to be out of the penthouse I pay for by 6a.m. tomorrow morning." Leo had never been the independent kind and hecouldn't think of taking care of himself at this point, he would have toprove himself as a hard worker. Although most of his instincts told himthat this was against his will, possibly because it was so in tune withhis father's will, but something deep inside was telling him to try thisexciting and new adventure. "Okay Dad. I can do this." Good. Now Frank.