Clumsily, and never having thought about it before, I finally got to my feet and near crawl-scurried off towards the bedroom, my underwear wetter than...I had ever had happen before.. Pretty sure it started to seep through to my pants. Just moments after leaving I decided to scurry back, and plant a small kiss on his cheek with a smile before going back and heading to my room where my older sister was already asleep. That night I couldnt count how many wet dreams I had woken up from or how many. As per the antique laundry techniques, now long since forgotten, when something that's supposed to be soft got stiff, you pound it on a clean, dry rock, with a clean, dry stone or board, so I found a clean board hanging from a tree, that my grandmother must have hung there for this purpose, and I pounded his jeans nice and soft on the clean side of the big rock. Ronnie came around from the other side, and I said, "stand there, pretty boy, and let me dress you." He did precisely that. He. .. I thought. Or, we could set up a sure-fire experience where the chance of success is nearly 100%. Either way...OK, what happened next is not something I am proud of. I know what I did was dishonest. I also know there has to be total honesty in these types of relationships because trust is SO important. I know these things... But I REALLY wanted to see her fuck another guy. I didn't want to leave it to chance. So, as the hotel date got closer, I set up an email account that Claire was unaware. " I said "bu...but my mom like said that she likeworked in an office on Wall Street and like was a secretary and likethat's where she met my daddy." Bobby went into a big man chuckle "muahhahahahaha oh hahahaha that is funny!" and continued "baby, I don't whatshe told yous but she met yo daddy here and the only place I've seen herdress like a secretary is on stage here like 16 years ago with the nameCherry!" I was thinking like I totes have to like talk to mom and likesee who is like telling.