"Listen," Dad said. "It's a bit like the alcohol policy thing, really. I'd much rather you had a chance to explore your sexuality in the safety and co...fort of your home than nervous and unsatisfying fumbling at random parties or in the back of uncomfortable cars."Gosh, my dad was cool! "Thanks," I said, "we really appreciate that." I had unconsciously said 'we', but Fran murmured agreement. Most of my peers would have been embarrassed having that kind of conversation with a parent -. .. Come on!' Taylor coaxed. He had brought with him the astral form of a toy truck he'd found laying on the floor. 'Come and play with your toys... in the house.'The two-year-old seemed more interested in him. He smiled; but then ran to peek from behind his mother. She was sitting at a narrow two chair table, nursing a red drink with ice and lemon.'This is not a game!' Taylor told the little boy. Then he got the idea, 'Or maybe it is. Do you know how to play tag? I'm it!' Bobby only clung to. Make sure he gets that message, will you? Tell it to him just like I told it to you." Certainly, sir," said the receptionist. "Now would you care to leave your name?" No," said Tim, "I wouldn't."Tim fingered his drink nervously. Where was that guy, he thought, glancing at his watch for at least the hundredth time. Just like a cop, never around when you needed him--probably he was out peeking into toilet stalls at the MacArthur Park John.Tim looked in the mirror behind the bar, saw a short,. It is a forty-minute drive, and as she gets outside of town, her mind drifts back to the story.She imagines that nice hard cock inside her. It has been too long since they were able to meet and she needed him.As she drives on, her hand finds its way back to her crotch, rubbing harder and harder. She can’t help herself. She can’t wait until she got home; she needs release now.There is a small roadside park ahead on her way home. She drives past it every day and rarely see’s anyone there.She.