“What’s the matter?”“I’ve got sand all over my cock and balls. I should have checked the towel had been shaken out.”Jayne laughed. “It�...s not funny,” I whined “It’s bloody difficult to get it all off and I can assure you sand under your foreskin is not nice. No wonder the Jews and Arabs went in for circumcision.”“Try washing it off” she said, reaching for one of the k**’s buckets. “That’s no good”, I said, “It’s been used to build sand-castles, and anyway there’s sand suspended in the water now. My father drove through the streets at illegal speeds. In his hurry to arrive at City Hall, he rolled through more than one stop sign. At one point I saw a police car sitting on a side street as my father ran a red light. The cop immediately pulled out behind us, but then turned at the next side street leaving us alone on the street.Normally the drive from the house to City Hall would take almost thirty minutes with stops for lights and driving the speed limit. My father stopped for only one. ..were they admiring me or did they suspect something? I'm sure it was the former. Sis kept the conversation going, talking about work with Burt, her co-worker, and just trivia in general. Jerry was very quiet, just a good listener, but he couldn't keep his eyes off me. I was confident of my appearance, so that didn't bother me; in fact, I was flattered. I tried to be warm and friendly to him, without leading him on too far. He reached for and held my hand under the table, of which I. I said to her, "how can you tell if a pepper is ripe." She looked at me with a bit of a scowl then softened up a bit and said that if they're firm they're ususally very good. I watched her mouth and lips as she spoke and wondered how I would love to feel her mouth and lips gliding on my cock. I thanked her, extended my hand and said, "hi, My name is Bob." She looked puzzeled but took my hand, softly and said, "my name is Shobah." Nice to meet you shobah, are you new to this town, She said.