I saw abeautiful woman, yourself walking by so I wanted to get your opinion. IfI was to ask you to marry me and which ring would you most want put ony...ur finger? This one or this one," He said as he showed me both rings.Um, if I was getting proposed to. First off buddy, I should be the oneon their knee doing the asking. Secondly I don't know which ring a womanwould like. I'm a 16 year old boy! But of course that is not the answerI gave him. Would be kind of hard to say that throw my dark red. It was soft and full and filled my aching fingers withdesire.I guess I half expected someone to burst in and throw me out of theclub, but nothing happened. By that point I no longer cared. Instead shereached down to stroke my chest through the cotton fabric that covered it.I figured I must look pretty good to her considering some of the othercustomers I had seen outside, including the guy who'd just vacated theroom. She took in the full muscles of my young, hard torso with her bright,eager. I would even go to sleep dressed up in my sister’s bra and panties, and there were nights when I would masturbate, but never to men – just to the thoughts of how sexy I felt wearing women’s attire. But that all changed one night. There was a news story about a black man that was breaking into people’s home and watching families sleep, he would not **** them or hurt them, he would just break in, watch them sleep, and leave. He would always leave the front door open (his trademark). I really. Why don't you just wait outside while I change?"Mary, who had followed us into the bedroom, giggled at my protest but Ali was not prepared to give up that easily. "What's the matter, Jack? Ashamed of what you're hiding in there?" she laughed. Despite my best efforts, she tugged the zipper down and my suit pants dropped around my ankles.As I stood in front of the girls, clad only in my white briefs, Ali examined the growing bulge under the thin white material and said, "Nope, doesn't look to me.