His dick, it got longer and fatter. His fingers and toes may have been cold but the head of his cock looked far from cold.But I said it anyway. I wasn...��t shy no more, mot that I’d now had a good tug on his ballbag.“Does that need warming up as well?”“What?”“Your dick.”“Why? Does it look cold?”“Dunno.”And then I noticed it was growing. It was getting fatter and now it was pulsing up and getting hard.“It looks like it’s getting warmer now, mate.”So was my cock in my jeans.The paperboy just stood. How she would always stay indoors around the adults, not wanting to miss what ever they might say. A bit nosy as I remember and to be honest, Anyway, I spent my time trying to distance myself from the family altogether especially Aunt Margarite’s little circle.The ride to Tyler was uneventful. Peggy and her granny sat in the back while Sheila drove. Every so often I could feel Peggy’s feet nudging my ass from under my seat. I shot a glance at her and she winked at me. I didn’t know if the witch. M. I found a wide place alongthe road shoulder and parked my car there off the pavement. I took off myshorts, picked up the skirt and petticoat, walked out about 50 yards intothe waist-high grass out in the field, and put on the petticoat and skirt.I was just sort of standing and milling around there, enjoying myself,after several minutes, when another car pulled off the pavement and parkedbehind my car. It was a deputy sheriff car! They looked inside my car andsaw my shorts on the front seat. I tried not to sneak peeks at the beautiful young Black woman who sat next to me, listening to music on YouTube via headphones. I sat there, alternately worrying about my grades, trying to do the optional assignment and trying not to stare at the shapely thighs of the beautiful young Black woman sitting next to me. I failed in all three endeavors. I sighed in frustration, saved the five hundred words I had written about ‘sociopaths in popular culture’ and returned to staring blankly at Parvati.