”“The only thing I smell is some serious mildew that I DON’T want to know anything about.”“Okay daddio, fair enough. Well I’ll tell you wh...t. I can’t think of anything original to reward you with, so I’ll just let you pick. The last person was a woman who I gave 30 cowboys to, and a never ending rodeo. Legend says that she’s still riding those boys to this very day.”“Riveting. Any limits to what I can ask for?”“Not really dude. You can’t come back to life, and there won’t be anymore. Every girl either did it, or was accepting of it. If you admitted to any sexual activity, going topless, or at least opening your blouse, was acceptable. There was a line, and every girl was familiar with it: you kept your pants on. Of course that line blurred and more or less vanished after the Prom, but you at least faked being true to it.You never, ever, under the slightest circumstances, admitted to doing anything with an adult except gazing from a distance. I, for instance, came in for. I noticed that Booker also seemed to be a little nervous and anxious around me. I'm quite impressed with his body and had even seen a rather large lump swinging against the crotch of his shorts.At that point I don’t think that I had any intentions of being sexual with him. But being the extrovert that I am, I said, “Booker, you’ve been a friend of Ed’s for a long time. I didn’t know you that well before and it’s been fun for me getting to know you in our meetings with the boys at the church. I bit my lower lip and nodded my head. Mr. Anderson went to his desk and got some lube and condom from a drawer. He opened the condom then put the condom and the lube on the window sill behind the couch. Then he reached under my dress and pulled my panites down and off. Then he unzipped his pants and took his penis out. I went to my knees and started sucking his half-hard dick. As it was growing in my mouth, Charlie returned to the room. “Oh my, a performance.” he said. I was really enjoying.