I particularly hated Richard the scout leader. He was far too nice and pleasant and supportive for his own good. So much so that he lets us scouts wal... all over him. He was so nice he was all the things a girl my age hated. Every time he spoke about being nice to others and always being prepared to do a good turn I'd roll my eyes.His daughter, Joy, was anything but. She was a nasty spoiled rotten piece of work. She was the same age as me and pretended to be angelic and good but was just. He watched my expression and smiled. He knew he was good looking and sexy and somehow, knew I wanted him even before I did. “Tell me you are gay for me!” “Tell me and I’ll go if you want, but tell me” “ok, ok, i’m gay for you!” i said, “i’m so fucking gay for you!” With that he stood, just totally nude and walked towards me. I should have stepped back, but didn’t. Felipe reached out at felt my hard cock through my pants. “i knew you were gay for me!” Shocked, I tried to speak but he leaned. He’d laughed and said that in about ten years once the other three developments were established his land will get him five times what they were offering him now.My parents liked their little slice of paradise and were in no hurry to have closer neighbours. My folks weren’t rich. They were typical middle-class people, but they had always been careful with their money. Dad’s shop had always done well. He had a knack of getting just about anything to do with a motor to run.Dad had also been. Her round, perky ass couldn't get any more perfect. Spending the days climbing stairs and washing floors on her hands and knees had sure done her good. She was the most popular cleaning woman in the Upper East Side. Only twenty-one and within four years of working for the Iversen's she had already helped her gain many reputable clients. They helped her pay her way through college so far and soon she would be finished pre-med and one step closer to being a doctor. Mrs. Iversen always showed her.