I still don't know what this is all about or why we are here as I sit in this strange large room with other couples waiting. It's almost as if we are ...ll in a doctors office as one couple gets called into a specific room ever 15 minutes or so. "Honey, why are we here?" I ask. "Stop nagging me with dumb questions darling, just wait and see!" she strikes back. It's a bit cold in this room, but yet she is wearing a mini skirt with heels on, plus a shirt that shows off her tight stomach. Most of. Being pretty was looked down upon; on boys, a common putdown wascalling one a pretty boy.With getting no answer, Jeff?s mom wanted to make sure he felt nopressure to do so. ?Honey, it is fine if you do not want to. We can dowhatever you want.?Jeff knew if he said no now, he would never say yes. He pictured what hewould wear, and got as excited as a Saints? fan after a winning theSouth Coast derby. ?A short pleated skirt, like the girls wear atschool, with black tights,Mary Jane shoes and. So you just watch the subtle and steady rise and fall of my chest. My body covered by a thin film of sweat, glistens under the steady streams of sunlight through the window. Even with eyes shut so tight, the raw power of your gaze courses through me, momentarily anchoring all thoughts. This is how a God beholds his queen.You dip your index fingertip into the glass of cold water on the side table. Hundreds of condensed droplets of water turn into rivulets on the surface of the glass, the water. " I look up at him with a shrug of my shoulders. "Well you don't have to do all of that. I can run back to the store to get some more meat and make you your own burgers." He chuckles and closes the grill. "Are you sure? I don't want to inconvenience you." "Of course I am sure. You're my guest, just relax." We make our way into the house. "Thanks, Jack." My cock begins to get hard as images of Amanda, spread wide as she screams my name, fill my head. "Amanda honey?" He yells for her as I sit.