He wondered what the man's cum would taste like, but then the man abruptly stopped, and he let go of Jimmy's head and stepped back.Jimmy looked up bew...ldered."Not yet," the man said. "But you liked it yes?"Jimmy nodded."I can tell," the man said. Jimmy furrowed his brow."You're pitching a tent."The man looked pointedly at the boy's groin again. A ridge stretched the front of the Lycra costume from the k**'s balls up towards his waist. There was a wet patch the size of an orange on the blue. She was convincing.After that initial burst of enthusiasm, she avoided the subject for a few days, then asked me, almost as an afterthought, if I would take some portraits of her. To take home and show her family, she said.I could see where this was leading and tried to avoid the trap. I told her that I didn’t do portraits, that I didn’t have the right lenses, or the necessary lighting, or a suitable backdrop. She persisted. She could see from my photographs, she said, that I would do her. "You mean??"He just nodded.And so I found my self at the piercing and body-tattoo parlor. It was one that Carla had recommended, run by a woman, actually, strictly for other women.After I got my belly button pierced, I went out and purchased a flirty halter top which showed my bare midriff. You would have thought I had landed from another planet! Michael couldn't get over the fact that I had gotten pierced, just like that. Suddenly my belly button became this incredibly sensitive erogenous. Yes that Michael. OK, be home in an hour. Love you to.’ Rick rolls his eyes, ‘OK, all set, we have permission. Let’s get out of here.’ Michael takes a couple of deep breaths after he sits down and takes a firm grip of the armrest wondering how many times he will be closing his eyes praying. The dreaded drive from the city to the suburbs is the normal traffic nightmare. Michael contemplates Ricks white knuckled driving, perplexed at the prediction of being home in an hour. Rick, on the other.