"We hope we don't have to. I doubt my son wants to wake up to a full scale war with our home country." How's he doing?" He's been better." First, I wa...t to apologize. Abusing a teenager is not the way I thought we operated."I managed to hold in my parental rage at the situation. Reminding me of what happened was not the wisest move he could have made. Even if it was an unintended result of his apology. The fact he apologized was a good move. Whether he meant it or not, the fact he at least. “Where are you?” she asked.“In the schoolyard,” I tried to say as offhandedly as possible, which wasn’t really easy for me since I was very nervous.“Is Ronnie near you?” I could tell from her tone of voice that the idea that her son was in my close proximity, aroused her in some weird way.“He was a moment ago, but I walked away. He thinks I’m arguing with my father, but he can’t hear me now.”“Listen,” she said, suddenly in very business-like voice, “Ronnie will be staying with his father this. I looked at him and said "I'm not like that I don't think.." just as I was about to finish he told me to shut up and just touch it with my hand.As I touched it with my hand it felt all soft and warm and before I knew I was rubbing all of his cock and his balls which was starting to grow and get harder. After a few rubs he was fully hard and I would say it was about 7" and thin, I thought that WOW he's bigger than me and couldn't believe how warm it still felt and how nice the hardness felt. As. I put my arms back behind my head and turned a bit to watch. I’d met the boy before. He was a Freshman, and a young one. He’d tried out for the football team, and made it, but never showed up to practice afterward. That was for the best, because he’d seemed a little shy, and shy people don’t make the best football players. He had dark hair, a trim build, and I liked him because he wore loafers instead of tennis shoes. I can’t stand the people who think it’s cool to wear sneakers with our.