My lover boy was down stairs in my kitchen, in only his boxers; getting us brunch.I was in front of the mirror in my room, checking out myself in his ...ight blue shirt. It suits my sapphire eyes and long brunette hair. I felt like I was inside him, not my boyfriend inside me. It was the size of the shirt. It was large and hanging free to the top of my thighs. Nothing underneath and that added to the special sexy glow I felt all over me. The top buttons open; the shape of my bouncy breasts. "You don't know what it's like at home with you gone. Mom treats me like a fucking baby!"Dave grinned. Eddie was growing up fast and it couldn't be much fun for the kid at home. Mom and Dad were pretty stuffy and he remembered how he'd felt under their thumbs all the time."I was serious about stocking the shelves in the basement, kid," Dave said. "Brandy... er... Mrs. Jenkins, was going to pay some kid two bucks an hour for doing it. You want to work?" Sure!" Eddie smiled eagerly. "I'll do. Inspired by his efforts, Meg had given the place a thorough scrubbing from floor to ceiling. It was starting to look like a house again. It was also starting to put some muscle on her scrawny frame, a fact that John didn’t fail to both notice and appreciate. But she was still as flat as a fence board, and had nothing for a figure. His instincts indicated where her breasts should be, yet all he could fathom was a need for a sign on her T-shirt that read, “For Lease, or will Build To Suit.”It was. After their second dinner and his awkwardness when he walked her to her car…she decided to take control. She called and invited him for coffee. While they shared coffee…she outlined the simple framework of an “arrangement”…She acknowledged his Friends first speech …and suggested it was time to get to the point…She outlined the things she needed a sugar daddy to take care of…a really modest list initially…and noted that there really was nothing she wouldn’t do in the bedroom for a man who.