I knew exactly what to do of course ... simply repeat everything that Bob had just done.I pulled up my underpants and lay on my side facing Bob.Softly...I touched his chest ... "Want to play find the worm?" I whispered into his ear.Repeating almost every move Bob had made on my body - pinching his nipples, caressing his stomach, legs and thighs, running my fingertips over and up and down his hard swollen cock through his cotton underwear - I played the game as best I could and he seemed to. You probably wouldn’t like them.’ I showed her the CDs and thought to myself ‘What do you know about classical music?’ Then I looked at her – a short and slightly chubby girl of about 5’1′, with a little snub nose, a head of messy curly light brown hair, wearing a burgundy corduroy jacket over a thick dark green woollen pullover, long denim skirt coming halfway down her shins, grey woollen stockings and tan leather deck shoes. I saw nothing that I fancied. It was as though she was determined to. And it excites me, but I don’t show it. Bob says to me “well with the storm and all, it wouldn’t be a good idea for me to start working on it now. Unless you want me to break into your home? Ha ha!” I see his point and tell him that I agree. He asks me if I wanted to have a drink and tells me to make myself at home. I ask him what he has to drink. He answers “Good question…um lets go to the kitchen to see.” I follow him and he opens the fridge door. “Let’s see I have bottled water, coke,. Geoff dried himself, his heart was thumping. He wanted to look and feel good. He had never had anyone help him express himself with the way he looked. He picked his newest pair of white briefs and made sure that he tucked his cock in so that when he was finished dressing it might show as an outline in his jeans. Jackson reclined on the bed and watched him dress. Next his jeans and the t shirt that Jackson had chosen for tonight. Then his shoes, no socks he was instructed and he was done. He.