“What do I do then?” he asked. I smiled at him and cocked my head to one side. I really couldn’t believe how naive he was. It was wonderful. How...fucking sweet, I thought. “Well,” I started very slowly and thoughtfully, “then you stand up as fast as you can, you hold your cock in your hand…” I waited for him to register the words, “and then you point your cock towards my face.” He nodded, listening carefully to my instructions and hanging on my every word. “After you do that,” I was smiling like. Some of the routines envolved rubbing up against each other and it always was a charge. It was normal for dudes to get hardons while spotting each other, and it was enpowering to be able to show it off proud instead of being ashamed and trying to hide it or worrying about getting one anyway. His motto was if you spring a woody then show it proudly. Believe it or not it really helped me in alot of ways as a developing boy into manhood. I am not ashamed of my dick! He told me he would respect and. I was interested in his son Ricky, who was about my own age. The party was to have a couple of grills going on the home’s large terrace. It was to have a cookout atmosphere and we were to come in casual dress. I had an idea there might be an excursion to the barn to look at horses or to the pond to look at landscaping so I decided to wear blue jeans with Italian-made rock climbing boots. I decided I would go with a blue theme building upon the blue jeans with a sheer powder blue blouse and a. They highlight your legs and ass especially with those heels,” she tells me as she stands behind me and kisses my neck with her hands on my ass.“I have wanted you ever since Sunday,” she whispers as she slides my slacks down over my ass as she fondles it with her hands, then slides them down to my ankles. “Love that tiny g-string,” she tells me as she helps me remove both items then puts my heels back on. “Put your hands on the mirror wall and stand with your legs apart,” she tells me as she.