' Luther looked at me and laughed saying '...let us go over to the park and discuss some things that yo might be interested in...' I settled back and...relaxed as Luther drove through the side streets and into the park. :uther explained to me '...you are a very strong looking fellow and should explore all the ways of making money. How much do you get at the burger joint..?' I answered '...just barely enough for me to afford to help my folks out some...' Luther looked at me and turned part way. Hey, you say quietly, and I follow you to your room. When we enter, I glance around. Theres clothes strewn about, some food wrappers and soda bottles, and the sweet stench of weed in the air. You blush briefly, grabbing a few pairs of boxers and throwing them in a drawer. Your room is…um…cozy, I say, standing awkwardly in the middle of your room, looking around. Theres a bottle of lotion next to your bed, and my mind steps a toe into the gutter. Ill be right back, sit anywhere, you reply,. She had tried the old band-aid trick, only to have her nipples push them off and then she was left with the wad of the band-aid and her nipple showing.However, right now looking at herself in the mirror, she was very happy. The top and sheer skirt looked great, sexy — but not screaming I am going to be fucking my husband on the plane. She would wear the top, the skirt and nothing else. It would be easy enough to add one of those airline blankets and they would be set.She had gone to great. And the holes on myneck were shrinking fast. Almost as fast as my penis. It was almost gonenow. And my butt was to big to fit into jeans now, so I had to wearjogging pants to school. Worst though, was my chest. My nipples werehuge, and were beginning to sag out from my pecks. I was getting scaredto be seen, so I wore a huge sports jersey."Nice pants James." That was all I heard all day from everyone.Except when I would have to scratch my nipples, then girls made jokesabout me growing tits. I.