..no...no...er...don't get dressed on my account," I babbled, vainly trying to adopt an air of sophisticated nonchalance.Aunty Sarah smiled benignly a... my bungling attempt to appear worldly wise. Then, in an attitude of mock coyness, she placed her hands over her nipples and simpered: "Well, young man, the choice is yours, should I get dressed or stay naked." Oh, stay naked," I gasped, pleadingly, conscious that my pretence at sophistication was not compatible with an uncontrollable. Kneeling doggie-style over the design, she was aware that her breasts hung out, saw Nick slip glances at them, especially when she had to reach to the paint bowl and they swung. She knew that some men liked seeing titties dangle in this fashion, Brian for one. Was she turning Nick on? His cock remained limp, though it seemed longer, flopping about as he moved.She saw the baseball bats in the design as cocks, the diamonds gaping cunts.The lightest of breezes seeped in the windows, washed about. I think it’s perverted.”“It’s not perverted, it’s what boys and girls do.”“Maybe when they are older. We aren’t old enough yet.”“Yes we are. Please can I put it in, just the head of it that’s all.”“It has a head? It doesn’t have eyes and a nose too?”“No, but it does have a little hole that looks like a mouth that my cum shoots out off. You need to look at it.”“I said I didn’t want to look at it.”“At least spread you legs like last time.”“OK.”“Thank you, doesn’t that feel a lot better?”“A. I saw where he had assigned you to bring a big salad and a 12 pack of beer. We all have to bring something. Ken buys the ham and maybe a few other things and we furnish everything else."Ken Boyle had been a good boss to Cade. He had given him a job when it was unlikely that he would find anyone else to hire him, and he had treated Cade fairly. Cade hadn't drunk beer for a very long time and he had discounted going to the party because he still struggled to understand his role in the social.