...........usually I let the boy get excited, but this time it was me. Damp underwear, soggy panties, that was a big joke for ninth grade girls, but n...w it was really happening to me. We had to maintain because it was a public library, but I could tell when I ran my hand up his leg, and bumped into his boner coming the other way: Bruce was getting turned on, too. I didn't know much about dick size, his dick seemed big enough and hard enough. We were way in the back. I was rubbing his boner. "I imagine shopping takes up a lot of time with your wives cooking for so many people."Jeff got up to pour some more coffee for both of them. "Not really. Oh, they go shopping every week, but generally just for unusual things. We have a service that brings up an order twice a week. The women run all that, unless I want something special."Whitworth thanked Jeff with a nod. "Those shopping trips need to be protected, too." Well, I never let them go out without me, other than Caitlin and Joyce, of. Then I learned whatI missed in the university, that kind of feeling. Of course, I could notenter all the labs, there was one which could be visited only in thoseHazmat suits, one sees in the television.When my boss returned, she was not particularly pleased with myexcursions, but she didn't forbid them. So I continued. Each week Ilearned more through my talks to Vera. I was amazed with the wisdom Icould feel in that young girl, if it were not her appearance, I wouldthink I was talking to a 70. She was dressed in a white blouse and an ankle length, peasant skirt that was embroidered with wild flowers. She had on her trademark floppy spring hat and her big oval glasses. About her shoulders, Connie had thrown Charles' 'hoodie'. Her long straight red hair hung over her shoulders, covering her youthful bosom.Connie had gotten there early, impatient to get away from her home and the memories that haunted her. She had arrived with some trepidation, wondering what would happen today and if.