..''''okay at what names?''''....Mike''''lets see i have a ''big daddy mike'' ''''are you cindy?''''......yes its this one''''dont be shy , i like cut... sissy boy myself, its so cute''''i bet you are all pretty when your sucking on his fat cock''she was so kinky talking like that to me i felt stupid ''come here i need to help you try what he bought and make sure its the right fit''i seriously didnt want her to , i just want to leave with my stuffbut i endup sit on a bench in the changing area ,. My thoughts raced back to when Bethany had done the exact same thing when we left other mother’s apartment. I subconsciously began rubbing my fingers through her hair as I drove on.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------The sun peaked over the horizon after a couple hours and the cab of my truck was lit up in a brilliant glow. The light penetrated every square inch and the warmth felt great against my skin. I looked down at Bethany. I sat on one of the buttresses that supported the wood slats of the wall. Good construction! These waist high posts every few feet along the wall would support the outward force of the roof. Since designing and building my clock tower, I had started to notice these things. Instead of buttresses, on our clock tower we made the walls at the bottom many times thicker than at the top. It worked pretty much the same, though.Now, if the buttresses were removed... I stared at the post on which I had. Thats something i never did before that camping trip. Anyway, he had a nice buldge in his shorts and he caught me stairing at it.thats when he gave Paul some money and told him to ride down to the store and bring back some soda's. I was going to go with him, but mike told me to stay because he wanted to talk to me. when paul left, mike came up to me and said, "i saw you stairing at my cock. you want to suck it, don't you?" I got a hard-on thinking about it and decided i didn't want to pass on.