Large, brownnipples cover the ends of them. His caresses on my breasts are drivingme crazy making me so horny.Across the table, Todd stands up and un...oes his pants. They fall lettingeveryone know the size and shape of his cock. Mmm, cock. I wonder whatBeau's looks like. Curiosity moves my hand to his zipper, and I move itdown. "I bet you love my cock, don't you?" Beau asks me. "I bet youwould love to have my cock inside of you." A wave of arousal floods meas my vision blurs. I nod my. "This is Lucy, and she can answer any questions you might have about what's going on in D.C. I'm sure. I don't even know what's at the Kennedy Center much less Wolf Trap, but I'll bet she does."The young blonde frowned at me, smiled at my boy, and I went back to my meeting."That your son out there?" Andrea asked, arching an eyebrow. I nodded and she said, "I want to meet him before you get away from here."Then we agreed to cut down on the recorded music the PA system was using and the phony. I have pictures,” I said as I brought it up on my phone.Jared and Wendy, Tim’s mom, got the first look as my phone was passed around.“I think I want to take Tim’s place,” Wendy said, obviously impressed with where my friends would be staying.“If you want to come visit, we have plenty of room,” Bev said.“I’d like to come up for a weekend,” Mrs. Glade said.“Of shopping,” I added under my breath.Mrs. Glade blushed.“Why don’t you all come up and I can take you ... shopping,” Bev said, giving me the. “We’ll take the Stevenson out to Illinois 126.”“What did you drive before this?”“Usually my mom’s Mercedes, but sometimes my dad’s Lotus.”“Unreal,” I said.“What I’m going to ask is completely impolite, but because I’m seventeen and cute, I can get away with it. You aren’t wealthy, are you?”“By whose standards?” I asked. “Compared to the vast majority of Americans, I’m damned well-off. Compared to your dad, or Margaret Lundgren, or Alec Glass, or Jeri, I’m a pauper! But I’m happy. Money isn’t.