I took it as slowly as I could, being that I was good and ready for the show. Then, as the waist band past over the head of my dick, it popped up like...spring steel. Maggi gasped, and nobody said anything.Maggi said, “It’s so pretty!”I said, “No, boys are not pretty. If anything, it looks hot.”Ellie laughed and Maggi said, “Sorry- hot.”I said, “Okay, you have had your fun, time to cover up.”Both protested, and I said, “Well, I’m not going to be the only one naked out here.”They looked at each. She did tell me she had an affair but told Roger she didn't.I remember her saying she didn't want to get old. She exercised and did all she could to look and feel younger. When I told her I was twenty-three, she smiled at me. I knew then it was going to be a hell of a good night.We went back to our booth and Marsha and I sat on one side and Roger on the other. I had my hand on her thigh and rubbing it lightly. I could tell Roger knew what I was doing. He just looked very nervous.I suggested we. “I have a lot going on right now and your little dramas are far down on my list.”Jenny’s face turned crimson.“Fine, I’ll be specific,” he snarled. “What is that shit with you threatening to beat up my date? What is that shit with telling my mom and sister your big secret but leaving me out? What is that shit with Frenching my fuckin’ sister right in front of me? There, specific enough?”Brock shook his head.“OK, I’ll go in order,” he said. “First, it was about stopping you from being sexually. But then she surprised me; as she bent over and showed me her black string with barely covered her dark tight rosebud.After the ordinary Tuesday’s meeting, Sheila asked me if she could have a quick word with me. She walked into the ladies room and pointed me to enter there.As soon as the door was closed, shy Sheila whispered in my ear:“Would you please fuck my mouth, Boss…?”Before I could say anything, she took her string thong off and knelt down, unzipping my pants and sliding my hard cock.