I was moving too far away, I better pay attention to my studies and not spend all my time with ‘that screeching scarecrow.’ Now that description w...s a little unfair. Dom’s voice had settled down to a well-modulated adult male voice. Additionally, Dom had gained weight and while still slim, was certainly no scarecrow. But, that’s how Da saw him and, I guess, always would. ***************** Back to the present: ‘…It was while at Ole Miss that Dom acquired the nickname he would carry the rest of. I rubbed his manhood through his pants. It felt huge. I couldn't wait. I went to my knees. I unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants, slid his zipper down, slid his pants to the floor. His cock was straining against his jockey's. Now it might have been sexier to tease him a little, maybe play with it through the jockeys, kiss it, take my time. But I couldn't wait. I slid his jockeys down and he sprung free. And let me tell you, it was gorgeous! Thick, long, uncut, veined beautifully. Rick. Iwas totally satisfied, and by the look of Tom it seemed he was as well. Irose up on my knees, still having Tom's cock in me and turned my head so Icould kiss my lover. Tom embraced me, and we kissed. "Thanks, Tom," I toldhim and rose, feeling the cock glide out of me. I dried off the sperm thatdripped out of my pussy, and went over to the dresser. I looked out of thewindow. It was overcast and windy. I pulled on the gaff and a pink thong.Wearing thongs was not just normal now, they also felt. " What about from the club?" Shelly wondered."That one is a bit different," Allie admitted. "I don't have to claim all of my tips. I worked as in independent contractor there, too, but not really. My tax form said I made only $11,500 from there and I'll probably claim another $10,000 in tips. There is really no way to verify how often I worked there or how much money I made. For all anyone could prove, I only worked once a week. It's not like there is a time clock or anything." Just don't get.