“You don’t have to protect me anymore. I’m capable of helping myself.” He hugs me tighter. “I know.” His eyes study my face, dip down to ...ook at my lips. I think about the book, trashed in his room. I spent hours every night before bed fixing every picture, every page. “I found your book,” I tell him and he tenses. “Three years ago. I’ve always known about it. It’s okay.”“Eli, I can explain -”“No, you don’t have to.” “It’s not what you think.” “Yes, it is,” I say to him. The last six days I’ve. "Tim? Which one is Joy?" Joey thought to me."The one who is staring at you, silly," I thought back.Joey stepped up to Joy and offered her his arm. She laced hers through it, and he led her to the other side of the bed. I followed his example, and wound up sitting on the opposite edges of the bed, with our backs to the other couple."Honey? You two never cease to amaze me. You really do look beautiful," I said, staring into her bright brown eyes.I started moving my face closer to hers, saying,. His fingers pulling at the lump in his jeans. I let my skirt fall for a moment as my fingers pulled at the waist band. I tugged the skirt down and let it fall to the floor. My cock now completely visible to Tommy through my sheer to the waist black pantyhose. I stepped out of my skirt and slid it to the side. Tommy lowered his zipper and pulled his hard eight inch cock from it's hiding spot. I licked my lips and went back to work on my hard on. The wet spot growing in my pantyhose. I watched. "My race has been sorely put upon by you and your kind, and we deserve reparations!" What race is that?" Captain Canada inquired."That question itself is racial discrimination, man!" RD-Man bellowed."Look, you boobs are coming in there with us right now!" Meatier Man said, his patience at an end."That's sexual discrimination!" That's inappropriate humor!" AND... it's racial discrimination to deny me my REPARATIONS!"Well, that track didn't work. Captain Canada tried a different angle. "Hey,.