Her husband, who has been meekly standing off to the side watching eyes his wife enquiringly as to what she’d like him to do. In answer she comm...nds him, “Get undressed already! Show us that little cock of yours!” Being told this just arouses him more, and by the time he gets his clothes off his 5″ cock is fully hard, only as thick as my thumb, and poking straight out beneath his huge, protruding “bowling ball” of a gut that reminds me of a pregnant woman.. That was my Junior year in High School. I went to Austria during that year. I’ve been back to Sweden twice so far, and I plan to go back next summer.”“That sounds like it would have been fun. Penny, what do you think of doing something like that?” Alice asked.“It sounds cool!” she replied. “Did you like it, Steve?”“Honey,” Bart said, “you should probably call him Mr. Adams.”“It’s OK, Bart. I prefer NOT being called Mr. Adams. That’s my dad. I’m just ‘Steve’. Heck, my friend’s three-year old. I felt so embarrassed, but also a little naughty.I slowly got changed into my pajamas, thinking about how I’d approach this awkward situation with him. I decided it was best to ignore it and pretend it wasn’t a big deal.Over the next few days, he was really awkward around me, more so than usual. He’d spend a lot of time around me, but not necessarily engaging with me. And I’d often see him try to sneak peeks at my breasts. I’ll admit, it was nice receiving some attention and I decided to. Carefully. I was listening, too. For footsteps—and not the soft kind with the spike heels dripping with sex.I was listening for the heavy boots of my paranoia. Police. SWAT. All dressed in heavy gear with shields and stun grenades and barricade busters…Shit. I was going to drive myself insane.My heart was beating faster, and I was sweating.I exhaled slowly when all I wanted to do was scream and curse…fucking curse everything!I did this to myself. I did it to myself, and I would have to get.