”“Did I damage your thingy that is sticking out?”“No and there’s nothing sticking out”.Apparently, she saw the start of an erection and I ...mmediately sat down with my hands covering my lap.“Your thingy got bigger after I ran into you”.“Drop it Sis; you’re not old enough to be talking about it, and stop calling it a thingy”.“What’s it called?”“It’s called a Penis”.“Is your Penis swollen because I hurt it?”“Yes, now please go back to your room and stop talking about it”.An hour later it was. " She managed to get out. She could feel the blood rushing to her face. " Yes Kit, your dating my 18 year old son. Trust me when I tell you I am very selective about who dates my son. Two important things about me Kit, other than me being extremely wealthy. I'm very protective of my son and your eight years older then him. You need a man not a boy." Kit's face turned red. She is taken aback by my bluntness and wondered if she should ask me to leave. Kit took a breath, told herself that she's. Settling down, I just relaxed, feeling the heat of the summer sun on my body, gradually taking in and enjoying the surroundings. I lay on my back, and my cock lay happily against my balls, absorbing the warmth like a lizard on a rock.The couples above me were Dutch, I could hear from their conversation. One of the women was obviously feeling sexy, you don’t have to be a rocket scientist to figure out that the way her hand was slowly moving up and down her body was suggesting that she was. Okay?” said Cecilia.“Of course, Mom, of course,” she said. “And thank you for your support. It means a lot.”A month to go for visitation. Oh, and didn’t I say? I got me a cellmate, Hank Gordon. We are resident in the Kaibab unit, cell 205. Gordon is in for life and no parole, not ever: killed his whole family and then tried to kill himself; he failed the last part. His reward for failing? Why I was his reward. I got to be his wife. Agreeing to be such, got me his protection—something every guy.