When soft the hood shrivels down it becomes tiny. Jennifer said that I wasn’t at all manly, that what I had down there wasn’t a dick but a ‘clip...’ She slowly sensually masturbated my clip with thumb and forefinger as she looked intently into my eyes. God, I could almost cum just by looking at her long bare legs around me! The excited sounds I made were high pitched for a guy, she seemed surprised and smiled amusedly. She pinched my nipples with her other hand and soon I was twisting helplessly. The rest of us ordered iced tea, so's not to rub in the coke thing. In a few minutes we were all choking down on some hamburger steaks. Mark made nice and got the same as us instead of holding me to the steak deal. He said just buying was cool enough.We finish up and I throw mom a fiver. She said we didn't have to, but I told her work was work ---didn't matter who you were waiting on—besides, I'd get it back in cheerio's :) She just smiled. We get back to our house, and Benji manages to get. . .yet.’ ‘Oh,’ I said, rather stupidly. ‘Uh . . . I wasn’t talking about marriage . . .’ ‘You weren’t?’ he asked, stunned again, and then embarrassed. He looked at the table, at the wall, anywhere but at me. ‘Oh, geez. Oh gosh. I’m . . .not that kind of guy. I’m . . . waiting for marriage, and . . .’ My erudite and well-spoken companion was suddenly dumb-struck, and terribly like a bashful schoolboy. And I, who had always known what to do with bashful schoolboys, was mystified. Why could I not. My school uniform was covered in black coffee, great just what I need.. I suddenly felt something brushing up against my underwear, my eyes wide with shock. I turned my head around "Mr Cleaver! Wha..." Before I could finish my sentence, my best friends dad had reached around and covered my mouth, I tried to stand but he pushed me back down against the counter with his other hand and leaned his weight against my ass. I could feel his hard dick against my silk underwear as it slipped up and down.