She needs a man of reputable character to protect her out in the city. She spends too much time in the office and, frankly son, so do you. Do you have...a girlfriend?’ ‘No, sir.’ ‘Boyfriend?’ ‘Not in this lifetime, sir.’ ‘Good. Your new assignment is to escort my daughter for a night on the town. I will pay you of course, and provide you with transportation and spending money….’ I have to admit, the actual dialogue I had to paraphrase here since I was busy examining the smaller details of my. The joint was between his long, skinny fingers. “I’ll hold it,” he said softly, giving me a little squeeze where his other hand had come to rest just below my hip. “Just breathe in slowly.” Sam moved the joint to my lips and I did as he said. At first it wasn’t that bad. I felt the smoke in my mouth, and it had a very weird taste to it, but when the smoke hit the back of my throat and it was just about to reach my lungs, I lost it. Same as I always had when I tried puffing on. " You, a little less crude?" Ed laughed. "Since when?"After lunch, the afternoon progressed, I saw Cassie in last period with not much said, and then I went to the ball field for our game.I was sitting in the locker room talking with Lily. She was getting dressed-I didn't have to. Lily's not like most pitchers. Most pitchers-me included-go into a private little "zone" before they pitched. Lily didn't-in fact, she found that counterproductive for her. She liked to talk."What's going on with you. The blow job was still going on, and she was whispering in my ear! That only left Grant!I looked down, and sure enough, it was him. And what surprised me more than anything - and I’m speaking now as a straight man - my cock never shrank back one iota from my full five on the scale. Most likely, my cock was a whole lot smarter than I was. A blow job is a blow job - does it matter whose mouth is involved?Poppy took my hands and put them on her tits (Oh brother! Am I ever proud of my telepathic.