. with no complaints? None at all. And you'll doanything that Sara asks... no questions asked?" Yes, I will! I promise! Please!!!" OK. Sara, you win, ...or now. Take that creep out the back door and lockhim in room #17. Then come right back. We'll report the rape to theofficer, but hold off for now on turning the idiot over to the police.With that, Sara, wearing only her torn blouse over her bra, led me to avacant motel room, pushed me into it, then locked the door and left.Alone in the dark. We didn’t jerk each other off. It’s possible I would have done so if he asked, but he didn’t. We each slept in our own sleeping bags that night and never talked about it again.” This was getting pretty deep. We were revealing secrets about ourselves, and it was my turn to reveal. “I had a similar experience. Five of us guys always hung around together. One of the guys had a pool in his back yard. We would have sleepovers at his place and go swimming naked if his parents weren’t home. One night. "Frankie served their dinner and a generous glass of Merlot. He was on hissecond glass and feeling no pain. He knew he was excited about the bookand Bruce and reminded himself to watch just how much he drank."I can't believe I did it. It felt like I was watching myself and reallynot there. I don't know..." But, did you like it? Did you enjoy him?" Yeah, I did. I felt bad that I was doing it in our bedroom but it justhappened. I don't like cheating on our relationship." Frankie, you are such a. He hated everything he was wearing but the pantygirdle was the worst. It squeezed his boy parts severely and were hot.By the time they got home he thought the same about the shoes. Thepatent leather held in heat and pinched his toes. The heel was only oneinch but his ankles wobbled enough to worry him about falling down."Come on Bobbie, smile. It can't be that bad wearing such beautifulclothes," his momma said with a big grin."Yes, it is. I'm a boy, your son, and shouldn't be wearing.