"Well, well.....If it isn't my neighbor Kevin. Or should I say Kevina?"I stammered, "Katy, it isn't what you think...." Now, now, I don't think you co...ld come up with any good excuse for whatyou're doing. But I must admit, you do look fantastic. I spotted yourcar and was going to come over to you to discuss the arrangements forthe neighborhood Christmas party, but when I saw a woman other than yourwife get out of the car......I knew it was you dressed as a woman. So, whatdo you have to say for. When I was younger that made it exciting, rubbing elbows with people from the underside of life, like something out of Damon Runyon, but by this time I saw things differently. I didn’t trust too many of them. There are good and honest people involved in the fight game, lots of them. But even those, after years of dealing with the shit heels, are usually bitter cynics; distrusting and misanthropic. In a situation like Dave’s you can’t even trust the sparring partners; one is always likely to try. David screamed with delight almost instantaneously. It wasnt very often hed got a good sucking off. And this kid was far too good at it! Oh my God, you look like youve had some practise at… Sssssh! Charlie gestured to the sign again. David obeyed and Charlie made a feeble attempt to get the whole shaft down his mouth. He barely got half way before he had to gag. But nevertheless it had a massive effect on David. Huge gushes of precum came spurting out of the top of his thick head. And that. Not someone worthy of her beautiful body. I faked my enthusiasm, but the game had lost all its fun. I wasn't sad when it petered out finally, the eight of us all panting for breath, flushed from our exertion.Then we were sunbathing, enjoying the last rays of the sun while our stomachs growled. Drinks were poured and chips were snacked on as we talked boys and music and clothes and more boys. I kept glancing at Mrs. Teller, now on her stomach, staring at her ass hugged by her bikini bottoms,.