The stylist only relented when Cynthia threatened to go to another shop to have it done the way I wanted.Next, we stopped at a men's store and I disco...ered that the visit had been prearranged when the little tailor began measuring me for a suit. Cynthia took command, deciding the style, color, and material to be used as if I was not there. The salesman explained how many orders were ahead of my suit, saying delivery would be sometime during the first week of the New Year. Cynthia went into. Somehow this always seemed to be when her daughters were down for a nap, and cookies were only a secondary reason for inviting me in. I loved that good feeling I got when she played with my wiener and sucked it, and I looked forward to seeing her.A few months later, Elizabeth and I slipped down into the stairwell again, and stripped down to check each other out again. Elizabeth showed me how she peed, squatting over the drain in the stairwell, and I showed her how I peed, standing up and aiming. “I’m gonna go freshen up honey. I’ll meet you upstairs later.” I knew this was my cue to leave the two of them alone. They had a special bond, as Amy had told me repeatedly when I objected to how much time they spent together. She said she didn’t know the reason why they were so naturally close, but whatever it was, it was massive.Amy made her exit to the downstairs bathroom, and I started to head upstairs. As I passed by Joe, he grabbed my arm and said, “Whoah, hold up, baby girl.” He always. The tip of his dick was covered in clear sticky stuff. I touched it and then looked at him. He laughed.“It’s called pre-cum. It’s what a boy’s dick does when he gets excited.” I looked at my dick which had not done the same. He laughed again. “Yours will, when you get a little older. It happens after you go through puppetry.”Satisfied I put my finger with the pre-cum on it into my mouth. Mum it tasted so good. I was ready for some more. And surprising him and myself a little I put his dick into.