”“And you’re just telling us now?” I asked.“I told Mrs. Bell a couple of days ago, she said it was ok.”“You didn’t tell me?” I said ...etulantly.“Well, you’re not my parent or my guardian. I don’t have to get your permission. I’m just telling you now so you won’t freak out when he comes to pick me up. I figured you could get your freak out done now instead.”“She’s got your number,” Tami said off-handedly.“Sure, you don’t need my permission,” I said, ignoring Tami. “I just thought, considering how. Take a look.”I glanced down. Sure enough, the tip of my penis just reached the five and three-eighth inch mark on the ruler! It even looked shorter and narrower to my inflamed gaze. An almost palpable wave of dark eroticism streaked through me as subspace began to embrace me in its arcane tendrils. I couldn’t speak. Mandy smiled softly as she noted my reaction.“And now honey?” she purred, “It’s time for your reward for being such a good little boy...”She tossed the ruler to the floor, slid down. Louise heard Lisa whisper, "Beautiful" and any lingering embarrassment that Louise felt disappeared. Lisa looked into Louise's eyes as she struggled to maintain any semblance of coherent conversation with me. As Lisa moved her face within inches of Louise's mound, my wife opened her thighs in invitation. Lisa then extended her tongue, seeking a sign from my wife, still stammering on the phone. Lisa whispered, "I want to fuck you so badly."With that simple sentence all of Louise's insecurities,. I guess it’s that cruel streak again. I actively enjoy tormenting the poor thing. I can’t resist rubbing her nose in the brutal truth that I am exceedingly attractive and she totally isn’t. For example, I have noticed that because Janice is such a ‘dog’ it makes her stressed and miserable to discuss ‘pretty girl’ topics such as men, social life, men, clothes, men, anything to do with physical appearance, and of course men - so when I deign to chat with her this is precisely what I insist on.