You think I’m stupid?”By then Harry junior had found Claire and with his arm around her was helping her back in. He asked, “Perfume? Guy? What g...y?”I looked at my oldest son, my first born. For a fleeting second I wondered, ‘Was he mine?’ I said, “The new man at church,” I looked at Joyce, “Kevin Melrose isn’t that his name?”She looked at our kids, then back at me, but not in the eye, “Yes. Please. Let me explain.”I looked our kids over; they were in worse shape than either of their parents,. ” With that, I pulled my shorts open again, and my underwear, and took full grasp of my cock, stroking it about medium speed, not gently playing, but not full-on jacking. I remembered that I owed her a similar play-by-play.“I have my hand around my cock, stroking it, not full speed yet. It feels so good, my cock desperately wants to come. All I can think about is the image of you coming, and how beautiful it must have looked under that blanket with you rubbing yourself hard.”She smiled and. “And maybe you could put your heels on?” “Which ones?” I knew which ones he meant, but made him ask anyway. “The shiny black ones with the huge heels.” I smiled as he confirmed my suspicions – with a four-inch heel, I’d only be eight inches shorter than my boyfriend. I went to the spare bedroom to collect the shoes and took the black cock and its associated attachments with me. As I stood in front of the full-length mirror, I held it against my crotch, admiring it from all angles. It certainly. .. CLICK" I hung up on the girl."Bye Lonnie." I gave her a smile and she looked up at me from her book without even a hint of expression."Pissie! Telephone!" Lonnie was yelling again and I scratched my head.She smiled at me this time, holding the phone and looking sort of apologetic."Thanks, Lonnie." I wiggled my eyebrows and she dropped her eyes a little.She was so cute! It was like impossible not to do something every time I saw her. I thought that Lonnie was the cutest girl in the dorm,.