. I mean, I'll at least try it ONCE. I don't like the idea, though!" he told her, setting her up gently for the disappointment he knew he would cause...later when he would tell her, as he knew he would, that he was quitting after that first class.Carol grinned. "Hooked!", she thought, and passed Jeremy the package.He looked at it briefly, his feelings slightly assuaged by the picture of the comparatively (for a ballet-boy, he thought sneeringly) muscled and tough looking boy on the packs'. "Oh God! Slow down you ass-whore. You will make me cum.' I was getting annoyed.She stopped."I've got surprise for you." she whispered and turned around.I looked at my mother's big ass and loose rectum. She looked over her shoulder and pushed. A red, spherical 3 inch object appeared and stretched my mother's anal wall before slipping out. I caught it midair. It smelled nice. She kept pushing and soon there were 4 more balls in my hands. The aroma was strong and very intoxicating.Then she turned. "I thought we could have a little fun and do something different."I was up for it and we snacked on fruit in the limo. We arrived at our destination and he led me out of the limo to a place I had never seen. It was some sort of club, and there was a short line to get in. When we got to the front of the line the guy just smiled and said, "Good to see you again." to my dad. We got inside and it was my turn for my eyes to bug out. It was a strip club. There were beautiful women everywhere and. “I meant it.”She just looked at me, amazed. She’d probably expected me to play it off, to make a joke out of it, like I usually do. But not this time, I’d decided. When I realized how I felt, and when I realized that I’d actually said it out loud, I decided to address it head on. No more games. “I meant it,” I repeated. “Maddie, I want you. More than I’ve ever wanted anyone. But it’s more than that. It’s more than just sex for me. I love you, and I want you to be mine.”A heartbeat passed. Two..