You're just like every other guy inthis world. All that matters is what other people think." You....like me?" I thought I did. But I guess I was wrong..."A few more moments of silence. "Donna, do you really think I can do it?" Sure why not? Prove to these mean cheer leaders on steroids that you'rebetter than they are, go to the school, win the competition, get yourscholarships!" But what do I tell people about how I'm dressed?" She reached over and grabbed Eric by the shoulders pulled him close. Almost all clients in this case are very rich, very important and discrete, sensitive people, most of them would be older ones of forties, fifties or even older, but there are the younger, handsome and active ones who would look for such things, due to lack of pleasure they have at home, either they have busy wives, or their wives would not offer what they like to do or have on mind, some of them would even be ashamed to ask their wives for such things, so they look for it outside the house, as. Shay wasn't happy about it, but I flat told her I wasn't in the mood to have her touching me even fully clothed so having her roll over and snuggle up next to me while sleeping just wasn't going to happen.I set the alarm to wake me a half hour before Shay was due to get home. When the alarm went off I got up and drove to the Waffle House and had a cup of coffee and a piece of pecan pie. I killed time until it was my normal time to go home. I didn't want Shay to know that I'd been home early and. Gerta reached her hand back and found Frankie's zipper. She pulled the catch down and reached inside. His shorts were soaked, with cum."My god!" Gerta giggled. "How long have you been saving up this wad of cream?" All my life."She found his cock, curled up. Everything was a mass of sticky, hot jism.Her hand felt as if she had plunged it into a jar of honey. His cum seeped between her fingers, clung to her knuckles, her palm, her wrist. It madeFrankie's prick feel slippery, slimy-exciting."You.