Dinks, or as she had asked, Margaret, into her apartment.Margaret strolled in, head held high, and with a grace and elegance she attributed to royalty... Closing the door she asked, “What can I do for you, ah, Margaret?”Margaret surveyed the room and turned towards her and said, “A small room. Smallest in the building I think. You should talk to Jim, he should be able to move you to a larger room. Preferably one with, two bedrooms. So your son won’t be woken by the sounds of love making.”She was. I was glad. I was semi-hard. I had only seen a couple of penis’ in my life, it wasn’t bad. ‘What does yours look like?’ He asked. I unzipped my jeans, then asked, ‘How old are you?’ He pulled his thong up, tucking his penis back in. ‘I’m 17,’ and left his shorts down by his knees. ‘How old are YOU?’ He asked. I told him I was 19, and he gave a squeal. I unbuttoned, and stood up. I pulled my underwear down and my cock flopped out.‘oh, you’re big,’ He said staring at it. I couldn’t tell if he was. At last the door to the stone cottage swung back and a puffing Mrs. Smyth arrived home. Eliza came out into the sitting room."Alright my dear," Mrs. Smyth said to Eliza, "what happened between you two. Your Kimi looks like he's just lost his favourite sheltie and he's swallowed his tongue. He really puts on a good sulk, doesn't he?" I... I can't talk about it," Eliza said, "I'm leaving and..." Aye, well it won't be today. There's only one train and it leaves at midday." Well, I'll leave. Good job," I said to myself.---------------------------------------------------------------------------Hello! Caroline here! I know this is a different kind of story, as it ismore like the description of an experience. I know a lot of you won't bereally excited with this kind of thing but, honestly, I just did it becauseI wanted to express something I've been keeping and also because... I have awriter's block. So I need some ideas! Tell me if you want to see somethingin particular here, like a.