”The woman asked, “So you’re saying I should find a man to expose himself to my son?”“If you think that’s best but you’d be riskin’ co...fidentiality and once they find out you need that, a lot of them will coerce you to put their dicks in your boy’s mouth.”“Then, what can I do?”“Since this is all confidential and if you want, I could expose myself to your son.”“W...What? You’re a priest.”“Like I said, we do things different.”The sound of rustling was followed by the boy’s voice. “I...I want. We walked through an office space where his desk and computers were set up, then into an adjacent den with a fireplace, leather sofas, and recliners. CJ's bedroom was enormous, as I expected. The bed was made, pillows were arranged perfectly. It looked like a model home, something to be looked at, but not actually used. Laying on the bed, was a little bag. CJ picked it up and handed it to me. I opened it up and found my dried, folded swimsuit. I had left it in the little dryer in the dressing. She never suspected that her parents might have an appetite for the practice. She pressed her hips into the bed and the sensation felt good between her legs.Ivy’s groans and swearing became louder and Warrick’s own rhythmic grunts built into its own crescendo before both of them could be heard gibbering incoherently at once.From there it quickly died down into long, satisfied sighs and eventually giggles. Brie found herself oddly disappointed that the fun was over already. The talk grew quiet. OK, so he'd been outa touch while in theservice, but that was about to change. Can't let technique go rusty. "Youdrinkin' anything angel?" "Oh, anything with lemon's just fine" "OO,I get to see you pucker up? Sure," Cory was feeling it--this one had possibilities. "Well," Ginaplayed with her hoop earring, "Its either that, or a bottle of beer. Andtonight, I don't feel like putting a bottle in my mouth. I can think of betterthings. Ya know, its Friday, all work and no gettin' busy makes Gina.