”There was silence for a moment. Then he smiled and said, “Its fine. I know you are a teenager.”“Mr. Roy, did you like it?” I said. He blush...d. “I mean look at me,” I showed him my naked body. “Would you fuck me? It will be a secret between us.”He was shocked. “No child. I can’t,” he said. “Please Mr. Roy, I want you to satisfy me. I want you to fuck me.” I gathered all the courage and touched his cock. It was hard. He went away.I pulled him and placed his hand on my boobs. It was electrifying.. I had a short blanket cloak, a fake fur waistcoat, sandals, a horned helmet and a sword. I looked and felt fake. The sword was real, an antique claymore one of my distant Scots ancestors had carried in 1746 at Culloden. It had been antique even then but its edge was still dangerously sharp. Making the wooden sheath for it had been the hardest part of the costume. Carrying it was difficult. Forty-seven inches (1.2 metres) of steel is awkward to sling. Eventually I positioned it diagonally across. "Phil nodded acceptance. "What word shall we use?" he said."How about 'baseball?'" Nancy asked. "You like the game. Mention baseball if you think we should make an excuse then leave." Okay, I'll use the code word, you think up some excuse, you're good at that sort of thing." I'm good at some other things too, sweetie-pie," Nancy chirped as she gave his dangling dick a friendly squeeze."I'm up for fun and games, Nance," Phil laughed, "are you?" I think we should hold off for now. I mean, what if. S ... he said, 'you gave me too much money.'I said, 'Yes I know, but this way you can just give me a dollar coin back.'She sighed and went to get the manager who asked me to repeat my request.I did so, and he handed me back the 25c, and said 'We're sorry but we don't do that kind of thing.'The cashier then proceeded to give me back 75 cents in change.Do not confuse the people at MacD's.IDIOT SIGHTING.We had to have the garage door repaired.The repairman told us that one of our problems was that.