James exited on his side and straightened his jacket.“I feel like I’m going to be sick,” he muttered.“Deep breaths,” his mother smiled, “Y...u’ll do fine.”They walked to the front door and knocked. It opened promptly and Carrie’s mother was there, smiling brightly.“Welcome to our home,” she said.“Thank you, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”“I’m Wendy, come in and meet Mark, Carrie’s father.”They went in and everyone shook hands.“Carrie’s not quite ready yet,” Wendy said.James nodded his head a bit,. All looked ultra-girly girls, all happy in their own femininity, or at least that's how they looked.We went into the shop, and bought two denim skirts like in the picture, one blue, one pink. Next we bought two pairs of bootleg trousers with embroidery running down the legs, one in blue and one in black. To go with these a few tops and white and pink, with cartoon characters that we're making a cult comeback. Babs pointed out the clothes, and I agreed with her that they looked nice, and would. He took little time to look at my offering before his mouth was descending onto my cock, sending me to heaven. He sucked on my erection for a few minutes, then turned me over on my stomach.This is what I’d been waiting for. He spit and played his fingers on my puckered opening. I wanted more and told him so. I was desperate to get stuffed full of his cock.“Shhh. Relax, soldier. Be patient,” he chided me.I didn’t have to be patient long, as he obviously felt he’d prepped my ass enough for. I asked her a few times why she was so much on her email as we have lived in this town forever and all our friends and family were just a phone call away and she said something about one of her cousin going through a divorce and wanting to vent out on emails with her. Well, one time I went over to her computer and asked if I could look up a picture that was on her computer and she dropped everything in the kitchen (literally dropped the utensils) and said she would shut stuff down so it could.