.Dad was his father, and he loved him.His sister was probably right. The two of them could no longer live under the same roof as the man who had raise... them, the man who was their only family. That didn't mean the thought of never seeing Dad again didn't make him want to cry. How could he not be with him? Life was not fair...The car slowed, turning onto another road. This was was smaller, if that was possible. There were no signs. No shoulder. They traveled on in the darkness.The man. A finger parted her lips, feeling greasy. He stroked there.“Now,” he said. He kissed her, but only briefly.Then he was above her. One knee was between her legs. Then he spread her legs with his hands and wedged another knee there. “Spread them for me, Deborah,” he said. She did, and his knees were pressing against her thighs, spreading them more.She could feel something wider and softer and warmer where his finger had been. It pressed in, and she began to feel discomfort.“Grit your teeth,” Sam. My soft cock had some pre cum leaking out and he tentatively took hold of me and gave it a taste.I let him go at his own pace and he shyly kissed the head and licked the shaft. After a few minutes where he still hadn't tried to take me into his mouth, I pulled out a tube of sexy red lipstick I had ready and said to him, "you have such nice feminine lips, I bet they'd look really sexy with some lipstick on them. Girls love to suck cock with lipstick on and guys love it too." He looked up at. That’s just fine.”“Need to work out,” was all he said again, vacant, looking at some point in the distance – maybe some place where he actually stood – trying to figure out a way to get there. Then he grabbed at his wallet, pulling out a hundred bucks or so, handing it to me.“On me, k**,” I said, moving away.“No,” he responded, with … force. With adulthood. A new voice. The voice of a … man?“Please, Mr. James. Please,” he said, walking up to me, still naked, but standing taller now. “And can.