I don’t know where we’re going. Your father keeps telling me we’re having dinner at the Green’s,” Sharon answered looking over at Greg in ir...itation.Cathy sat up straight and looked at her mother. Incredulous, she asked, “You are going over to Robert Green’s house for dinner?”“Yes,” Greg answered, knowing that she was referring to the son. Sharon was stunned by the sudden interest of her daughter.“You better put on some jewelry to go with that outfit if you’re eating there,” Cathy said.Harry. "Don't worry darling," mum laughed, "You'll enjoy it."I did too when I arrived back from getting the Polaroid films they were in the garden dressed in school blazers, short grey school skirts, white shirts and ties, flat shoes and what I hoped were stockings underneath all that."Bloody hell!" I exclaimed and felt an immediate reaction down below.With a little smile on her face, mum sidled up to me and in an innocent little schoolgirl, voice said."Please sir, I think I've been bitten by a bee."I. She focused on the wetness between her legs. It didn’t seem like the gush of a man was there. Finally she squatted in the bathroom and used a tissue. She smelled it. The evidence was definitely hers alone. What had she expected? He’d told her it was all in her mind. Still it was disappointing. How wonderful it would have been, to feel him come inside her one more time. Charles reappeared within a few hours of their love-making. For a long time they sat closely together on the couch, talking.. Sure she’d seen the Lost Boys piss with theirs and hold contests over whose stream went the furthest, but this was nothing like that. Nothing at all. Stiff as a cooked turkey neck and about the same size, this cock of Hook’s made her feel faint inside and at the same time she wanted it in her and with her forever. As Hook’s hook gently guided her, Tink began stroking his heavily veined shaft and marveling at the bulbous head now morphing from a pale white to an ominous shade of purple. Hook.