I didn't understand them but boy, did I like them; I began tothink that I was right in how I teased Jenny and Suzie, girls did haveit much better than...boys.The next day after school, it was back to pretty dresses, silkyunderwear, and stockings for me and Tim. Once again, Jenny did my makeupand once again, I felt very, very confused when I saw how pretty Ilooked when she was all done. I never considered myself to be pretty,that would've been pretty weird, but yet, when Jenny put makeup on. Al had not been a stud. Quite the opposite, he was so unsure of himselfas a lover that he had always asked his girlfriends what they liked andwhat they did not. Each of them had taught him, had trained him to strokeher sex the way she wanted a man to do it, not the way they alwaysassumed was the way to do it. Now, he did not ask Keela because shewanted him to do "whatever it is y'men do to put it in me," and that isexactly what he was doing.As he could feel and hear her building to an intense. Touch your teeth to the base of it!”She whimpered but she followed my instructions. I was feeling very aggressive, watching her deep throat that slob’s lucky cock.“Now finish it. Suck it hard, make him cum”With all fervor, she did her best and in no time, he was almost done. But I didn’t want his dirty semen to spoil her mouth for me, so I stopped it by pulling her back hard by the hair.He began stroking himself by his hand and shot his load onto her breasts, lots of it, white and glistening. I. It's a boy. Patrick Scott Hollister. 12:30 am, Easter Sunday, 16 April 2006. 52 cm., 3725 gms. I'll send a photo later. Love you." Hi, Bob. 12:30 am; 52 cm., 3725 gms. Both are fine. I'll send a photo later."I contemplated waking Chaz and Michiko or Charlie and Maddy or Maggie or Evans or Willy. I decided against it. But it was really something. I was a daddy. Just as the healer said. I drove home, stripped, showered and fell into bed. It was nearly three.The phone woke me at ten."Hollister.".