He was also discovering other urges too. With each stroke of his hand Bruce came closer to climax, and Troy found himself wanting more and more to tas...e Bruce’s cock.Bruce placed his right hand on Troy’s, slowing, but not stopping the boy’s stroking. “Let’s get in a different position.” Bruce whispered into Troy’s ear. The sensation of his hot breath on Troy’s neck excited him. Troy laid back and Bruce got up and straddled Troy, his cock pointed right at Troy’s face. Some more lube was applied. Even thinking about a weekend in Southern Indiana with Nanette and Livy made me hard.Then it was off to school. Rachel usually swung by in her Yaris to pick me up for school and we tried to make it early enough that we could spend five minutes kissing in the car before we had to go in. From seven-forty-five till two-thirty, we endured the packing of our brains. And I don’t mean school wasn’t interesting. I felt that I had some really good teachers this year. I’d mostly shaken off my petrified. The way you look will make her eat crow and you know it!" I wasn't so sure. "Your mom says that you wear a size eight and I have a lot of clothes that are that size that I can't get into anymore. Want to try them on?" In for a penny they say, so I nodded my head yes.Kelly came over about two hours later. I had on a mini skirt and a see through top, spike heels and wicked makeup when she stepped into the room. "Goddamn! You look terrific!" "Kelly, this is Carol Grant." "I knew that you could. When it was cinched tight with the silk rope belt, like it was now, you could see everything, back and front. Usually that meant 'breakfast can wait, shove the dishes on the floor and do me hard and fast on the table.' I had no idea what it meant this morning. I took another cautious step towards the table.She watched my progress with a strange expression on her face. It was more a wry smile than anything, but there was a definite element of sadness in it to, or seriousness, maybe."Sit," she.