And I like coming over here and seeing you too. It's nice here... nicer than at my house sometimes. I feel more at home here," he said, looking down a... the floor."Well, we are both happy to have you come over Billy." Mrs. Greene knew about the troubles at the McIntyre home. It was common knowledge around town that Billy's parents had troubles. Billy's father had gotten hurt several years ago working at the same lumbermill that Billy now worked at. A load of logs shifted and rolled off the. I froze, not sure what to do. I was middle age guy in the middle of a huge crowd of people packed against each other, and this guy was trying to m***** me. Worse yet, doing it knowing I was a guy. As I hesitated he leaned in to my ear and whispered, "I know you're a dude, but you look hot!"He reached around under my skirt and rubbed my cock through the panty hose I was wearing. My cock jumped and twitched. Holy crap! That felt good. I actually moaned and I heard him laugh. Quickly and roughly. " It looks good. Gosh, you haven't changed a bit. Don't you ever eat anything? You're still a rail." It's the breadless arts," she says. "When you make the kind of money I do, you stay thin whether you want to or not." You're still dancing?" I ask. She used to go to ballet practice three times a week, and I never let her know that I did go to all of the shows she was in, even if it meant sitting in the last row among soccer moms and proud grandparents, ducking behind blue-haired ladies so. I moved my eyes to the dildo, it was maybe five inches long and shaped like a genuine erection, it even had a set of balls. The tan toy didn’t look like a vibrator, just a hand-operated fake prick. I stood rooted in the doorway staring at the scene on the bed, knowing I should leave, but unable to make my feet move. I finally regained my senses, moved away, and closed the door again. As I went to my room only one thought occupied my mind; my daughter had grown up in the time it took me to.