And thanks, Joan for helping me out there, I appreciate it." You're welcome Jackie, but I had kind of an ulterior motive too. You know pop wouldn't le... me go to the teen center if I asked, but he might if you were going and told him you'd look out for me. I'd appreciate that a lot Jackie, and I'd stay out of your way, I promise." I don't know Joan, aren't you still a little young to be dancing with boys? What are you now, twelve or thirteen?" That got me a stiff knuckle punch on my arm that was. Glancing at the mirror mounted on the ceiling, Colin admired his perfect physic, his muscular frame, his lengthy, thick cock that was his meal ticket... and, most of all, his fine head of curly black hair that advertised to the world his 'condition'. Signalling to a blond woman who hovered nearby, Colin idly scratched at his balls while he waited for a fresh drink to be brought to his hand by the blond who would be hopeful that she would be his chosen partner tonight... Yes, he thought, he had. He had a pair of jeans that his mother bought him but they didn’t fit so he suggested that I try them on, well I had totally forgot that I was wearing Emily’s best and tightest leotard and as I pulled off my jeans he got the surprise of his life.“Wow!” he said in a surprised voice, “Is that Emily’s leotard?” he asked, I was red faced with embarrassment but just stood there nodding my head.“Take your shirt off too, let’s see it” he said in a manor that was both friendly and sincere, he didn’t. He rubbed his belly. He looked too satisfied. "That was good food." I wish I knew how you stayed so skinny."He eyed me quietly. "Sometimes I wish I would gain weight. I'm just a scrawny guy." You're not totally puny you know. I think you look ... alright."He smirked, "So do you. Don't tell me you're one of those girls obsessed with her weight." Oh, not at all. I'm totally fine with my weight," I lied."Good. Guys don't like skinny girls."I laughed, "Yeah, right. Then why do you ogle Ms. Goodwin?.