She was sort of chubby and three years ahead of me in school. Her momma had told us that. What grade she was in, not about her being chubby.When I wen... in, there was a little bell over the door that jingled when I opened it, then jingled again when it closed. I didn’t see any customers in the store and none of the Yungs either so I walked over to the racks of shoes and boots on the nearest wall. I saw a pair of boots displayed just like the ones I have on and I was looking at the boxes stacked. He returned a slight smile. “Americans have money for such things. I think you are a handsome man, though, so maybe you don’t have to pay often. And you have a very big cock. You showed it to me. I like men who are Pferd gehängt—how do you say it in English? Horse hung?”“Yes, horse hung,” I said, amused by how direct he was. Pferd gehängt. I’d have to try to remember that phrase. It sounded exactly like what it meant.“Maybe you don’t need to pay boys to take your cock?”“How old are you?” I. Bless her as she held the towel up as I turned placing it down to cover my obvious erection.She smiled as she went to the foot of the table and widened my legs so that she could attack the front of my legs, my stiff cock kept pulsing under the towel and she could see it.I watched her as she ran up and down each leg and then concentrated on feet before coming back up the side to do my thigh, as she massaged my thigh again her hands brushed my balls under the towel which was looking more like a. I looked good and smelled good and hoped I'd feel good to Jason's sense of touch because I sure did want him touching me - a lot.My entrance wasn't grand, but it did grab Jason's attention and brought a wide smile to his rugged features. I won't tell you his thoughts. They were a bit crude, but not too crude. Call them sweet crude. I kissed Dad goodbye and told him not to wait up for me, an order he'd disobey."Don't forget what happens at midnight, little missy," Dad said as we were going out.