I offered to fix something but Dad wouldn't hear of it. He called a buddy, also ex-NYFD, who had opened a pizza place nearby and soon the stereotypica... teen age boy was collecting money for the pizza and staring at me. Then I remembered. I was still wearing that miniskirt with the sexy stockings. Only two of four buttons held the front of my blouse together. Feeling lightheaded from all the excitement and appreciative of his awkward admiration, I kissed him on the cheek and sent him away. I. His mother pulled the car into a driveway and shut off the engine."I hope you didn't jerk off when you were in your room," Sally said staring at her son."Jeez, Mom, stop!" Well, it's just that you're going to have to be ready to--" MOM!" Oh, all right. Don't be so sensitive." Sally ruffled her son's hair.Bobby jerked his head away and pulled down the visor. Looking into the small mirror, he combed his hair with his fingers. When he turned back to his mother she was smiling.Bobby followed Sally. “Shake your titties for me,” she said, “bend over, let me see your arse.” I turned around and bent over at the knees displaying my arse and long stocking legs to her gaze. A whimper came out of her mouth as she was pleasuring herself. I then turned to her. “I have a secret,” I said, though to be honest it was no secret, my cock was now rigid. I suddenly brought my cock out of my knickers and pulled on it in front of her. My left hand cupped my tit and I pretended to squeeze on it. “Oh my God a. Please Don’t Tell was a smallish but dark and cozy cocktail lounge on St. Mark’s Place which Paul accessed by walking through a telephone booth in the adjacent Crif Dogs establishment next door. He never failed to be amused by this corny ploy, but had to admit it was a near perfect hide-away in a city that had a million and one ways of garnering one’s interest.He stood just inside the entrance until his eyes adjusted to the darkness then spotted Miles and Jade off to his left. He waved to them.