.his balls ain't all that small either, are they? The question was more rhetorical than real. She could plainly see they were pretty good size. His...sack was round and spherical and inflated enough to hoist his dick outward some. Damn, his sack looks full...almost bloated. Suddenly she felt a surge of warmth between her legs and realized she was getting moist...moist from looking at her eleven year old son's junk. The idea was not only lewd, but it was embarrassing and she felt her face. They were pink from the cold, excited from the excursion, and happy for having spent the afternoon destroying their credit cards.When Colleen saw what we were doing, she immediately changed. "Daddy, what's going on? Is there a problem with Brian's trust accounts? Did the bank screw up, because if they did, I'll have that fat idiot's head before the end of the day." She was ready to go to war until Mr. Bell told them all to find a seat, because he had some important information to share."Brian. " Goodnight Jake, and Welcome. I shall see youtomorrow." Oh thank you Mistress, thank you."Tom led the way up a wide staircase and Jake followed to the upper floor. They went down several hallways and finally Tom stopped before a door, and swingingit open stepped aside for Jake to enter. Jake entered a large sumptuouslyfurnished suite. A door to one side led to the bedroom, likewisetastefully furnished and decorated. Tom showed him to the bath andpointed out the fixtures, shower and spa. . 11:34. I got up and walked to the bathroom, without even bothering to close the door as I had my own bathroom in my room. I did my business and brushed my teeth. As I finished, I stopped and looked at my self in the mirror.My name is Paul Allen and I’m 16. I’m an only child. I have short brown hair and I’m about 5’10”. I weigh about 190 lbs and I’m pretty athletic. My body has a lean and hard look that can only be achieved through years of practice in football, basketball, and track. I’m pretty.