“And the boxers, honey? I never photograph boxers.”In seconds, they were gone. I’d hoped she would understand about my erection. She seemed to a... a huge smile came to her face.“Very nice, baby.” She said, snapping more pictures. Over the next few minutes, she posed me in a variety of ways. Finally, she moved very close and got a tight shot of my now very hard cock. After the shot, she reached out and ran a finger down the shaft.“Want to know what my type is?” She asked.“What?”“Younger guys. I. "Through the intercom, Betsy said sadly, "Oh, I'm sorry. I know what agood friend he was to you." Yeah, bring some clothes in about a half hour. I think he'll be about5'2 and he'll need a B cup, oh wait, no, a C, holy crap, make that aD...wait..hang on a second....okay DD." He stopped."Mr. Strong, you are so modest. All these years I've known you and younever told me you were so hung," Oliver said as he shook out his longblonde hair away from his sky-blue eyes. "Can I touch it?" I don't. Luke has this easy vibe around him. He seems more friendly and more approachable. Where Mike has this bad boy vibe, like hes dangerous. His vibe tells you to back the fuck up. I saw that last night when he was banning Andrew and his crew out. His word went and no one dares to talk back to him. It was intimidating and intense. He has this foul mood thing going on, but that foul mood just makes him hotter. Who ever is his forever girl must have a strong back and not scare to talk back to him.. His wife, Molly, looked at me across the kitchen table with a warm twinkle in her eyes.Another man's voice said, "Chuck, is your brother a queer?" Jesus Christ, keep your fucking voice down. The women can hear you," Chuck replied amid snickers from the others.My brother wasn't speaking to Jesus, of course. He was speaking to Junior, one of his good-ole'-boy fishing buddies."Well, shit. He acts queer." He just doesn't like to fish." That's what I mean. Any man who don't fish ain't a real man."I.