Cathy was now wearing thigh high leather boots with tights underneath accompined by white patterned tank top and tight black pencil skirt- which left ...lenty to the imagination. Dad was nagging to visit the stadium, although neither me of Cathy were intrested in going. Dad suggested he go to the stadium and me and Cathy could do other things. We agreed to meet back at the hotel later on. Me and Cathy were now alone and could speak freely now. She said "thank god we got rid, now I can take you to. ” He adds leaving his hand on your skin a bit to long. “Well thanks, I’m looking forwarding to getting to know you as well,” you say as you look between his legs to see if you can detect how big his member is through his jeans. “My, she sure is a hotty,” Sara says to Jenn as they kiss lightly again. “yeah, and such nice tits too. I can’t wait to taste…errr, ummm see them for myself,” Jennifer adds as she gropes her short little friends large breasts. At that point Mandy returns and catches. Pferd gehängt. I’d have to try to remember that phrase. It sounded exactly like what it meant.“Maybe you don’t need to pay boys to take your cock?”“How old are you?” I asked.“Achtzehn—eighteen,” he answered.I snorted. “How old again? No, I said I didn’t like to fuck men. I like to fuck boys—boys ready to become men. Eighteen is more a man than a boy. How old again are you?”“Vierzehn—fourteen,” he answered.“The perfect age. And, yes, I sometimes pay for it. For a boy that age, yes.”“Fourteen is. “Why do you ask?”He looked down at the floor and back at the box in his hand. “I don’t know. Just, you know, curious.”She moved her hand down his arm and leaned closer so her breasts pressed gently against his arm. She put her lips very close to his ear and whispered, “How about you?”He jerkily shook his head, causing her lips to brush his beard. She reached up and touched the opposite cheek and moved his face so her lips met his. She loved the feel of his soft beard on her lips. He froze in.