If his hands were free, he thought, he would have opened up his pants and let the tortured member fly.If his cock was uncomfortable before, it soon go... worse. Karen stepped out of the bedroom wearing one of the tiniest string bikinis he had ever seen. It was lime green, which served two purposes – number one, it really set off well against her copper skin, and two – it called attention to the fact that there wasn't much material to see. The top was barely covering her nipples. When she turned. It crept on him slow. First a grin that he tried to hide, and then a giggle, and then John Phillips was hitching in laughter. He had never heard anyone say boo hoo, like on cartoons and mean it so sincerely, so forlornly and so sadly. Vaguely, he realized he was going hysterical. Maybe shock. Somewhere in his mind, he hoped for a catatonic state and then he mentally slapped himself. That person in front of him was in, made to be, in some sort of catatonic state."I apologize, Mistress Chanazene.. That was great. Why didn't you ever teach me about that before?" I honestly didn't know if you were ready sweetheart," Becky admitted.DJ just smiled back at her in amusement and understanding. But now another question started creeping into her mind. A very nagging question."Aunt Becky," she started to ask. "Coul... could you tell me a bit about... well, about men's... you know." You mean their cocks," Becky could only smile at her niece's awkwardness."Yeah," DJ admitted to her."You sure you're. ”“Jessie Lee?” I grinned.“It’s Texas!” she laughed. “What did you expect? I guess I never told you my middle name.”“No!” I chuckled.“I didn’t know yours until Kara told me,” Jessica said.“Who’s going to host this fiasco?” I grinned.“Dave and Kurt. Dave’s going to emcee everything up until dinner, and then Kurt will take over.”“Sounds like we have it all mapped out! I don’t see any obvious omissions from the guest list. If you two are happy, I’m happy,” I said.“When are you ordering the.