He had to wait for ten minutes before he was connected to Bobby’s office.“Major Dole”, a tinny voice said at the other end of the line.“Hello ...obby. It’s Shaun”, he said into the receiver.There was a pause at the other end of the line then, “Shaun, you old sod, it’s great to hear you again”, the voice rushed on excitedly, “Are you in Paris?”Shaun smiled at the reception, “No, I’m in London, but hope to get over there tomorrow if I can find a hotel”.“Bollocks to a hotel! You’ll stay with me. I. My father is about 6'5 and I am about 5'11. He is 41, He is kind of bigger, slim, and he has thick thighs and a nice butt. He has beautiful hair. I started having these strange feelings. Like this one time I was masturbating and nothing was really working, and then I thought to my self "should I try masturbating to dad, why not it will be like an experiment" so I started thinking of me and my dad having sex. My panties became wetter than ever almost as wet as they were that night my dad was. .... Touch. I pull your hand, hard, and you pull into me. The collision knocks the breath out of me. You are heavy in my hands as I step forward, and push you against the wall. You're holding the beams as I kiss you, hands pulling, holding. Roaming! I lift your skirt, and find your panties. A quick tug, and they slide to your ankles. A moment's consciouness lets me take them off without ripping them. Your eyes are open now, wide, watching me. I'm a few inches away, still for a moment. I reach. He stripped till he was in his boxers and socks.Miss Priscilla gestured to the socks and they were gone too. The boy looked up, tears glistening already. Miss Priscilla motioned to the boxers, and they had to go.The boy stood up and covered his manhood. "Stand straigh!" Miss Priscilla barked "Hands at your sides". The boy complied.I could see he was a fine specimen, muscly and fit. He had a stout cock on him, which was half inflated at this stage. He also had a fine big pair of balls.Miss.