‘At work I see too many children who don’t have fun. They’re too busy watching TV or, because of home circumstances, responsibility is shoved on...them at an early age. All the fun of childhood is being robbed from them. They should be allowed to use their imaginations, to play ‘make believe’, have adventures with others their own age, and read stories.’ Looking around, I see their eyes on me. ‘I didn’t mean to get on my ‘hobby horse’. Got carried away I guess.’ ‘If you like kids so much, how. At Martha's hair salon, Martha an old friend of Mom from school greeted us, and Mom greeting to her told about my date, asked to have my long hair with gentle waves and my nails done.Then she took me to buy some jewelry; a pearl necklace with pearl earrings, she told me that was a present from her and my dad due to my excellent grades and they wanted me to know how they were proud of me.When we came back I hurried to have a scent bath and shave all over, then I moisturized my skin, applying a. He was slim and smooth; me stocky and hairy.You get the picture.On the way to the club I sat in the front with Norm driving and Alan sat in the bat chattering about his friends, who'd shagged who that week and filling us in on all the local twink gossip. I got a bit fed up with his constant, effeminate chatter and eventually switched off, watching the dull motorway pass by instead.The club was o.k. If you like loud, thumping music, skinny twinks showing off and warm beer. Norm introduced me to. She quickly undid my pants and pulled them and my boxers off in one mighy tug."Oh, is this what you needed, a little afternoon delight'" I said as she took my dick in her mouth and started sucking."UHhun," she mumbled with a mouth full of dick.She started sucking faster as I suddenly heard voices outside the sliding door. It seemed my sweet, inhibited wife was becoming an exhibitionist and planning on entertaining the landscapers again. As excited as I was about the idea I worried about how.