Did you notice, this summer, before I left, how I started to dress differently? How I started to show more of myself? How I started wearing clothes th...t showed off my girlish figure? Those tight shirts and tank tops? Those yoga pants that hugged my thighs, and those really short shorts and short skirts?I know you noticed. And the more you noticed, the more I chose outfits that would really show you the shape of my young body. I wanted you to see my breasts--they’re nice and round and perky,. "It's OK, Len. I know I must seem like some country bumpkin to you, but to tell the truth I was struck dumb at how lovely you are."Len smiled, then reached up and kissed my cheek."Thank you, Danny." She got up and taking her coffee went and sat in the other chair."I'm sorry about flashing you." she apologised. "It means very little to me, I mean to show myself naked. I forget that to others it can be ... well different." I was shaking my head."No Len. As I said you are beautiful," she smiled. ” as I put my stuff down and walked over to the treadmill. “Well, then you must have a lot of muscle!” He chuckled, and I did too. As we both went about working out, I looked at what he was wearing. He was wearing some shorts, and a cut-off tee-shirt. Without noticing, I started to become hard. Wearing athletic shorts, it was probably noticeable, so I decided I should be done. As I grabbed my bag and started to leave, he says “Wait, before you leave come help me.” “Yeah?” I said without turning. That I found was another profoundly entertaining way a guy gets satisfied. They want to hear things. They want to hear submission, they want to hear joy, they want to hear they have conquered! I want to be conquered by them right back. I left Rodrigo stay in my mouth for a few moments and then he pulled back. His facial expression was awesome. The change from good feeling to great feeling to completely satisfied feeling was priceless.“Wow! You bom nisso [good at this]! No, no, you ótimo nisso.