"I understand that."Suddenly, she wondered what her son would do to deal with his "problem." Did he already know what to do? Had he done it before? He... mind told her that of course he'd done that before. Didn't all boys do that? But the concept of "Jack" as her son, and the concept of a boy doing that in the dark, just didn't meld. She wasn't ready for that. She could deal with him having an erection, but wasn't ready to reflect on what he did to make it go away."Go on to bed," she said,. "About that time Corey, Elizabeth and Jeri walked up. Elizabeth and Jeri were both dressed for dancing. I made the indirections and we started the chitchat, of who we were what the girls did.Corey told them, "I manage a couple of online businesses, but mostly I am retired. I haven't danced in 10 years. I finished my degree, then built up a couple of businesses sold them and am living off the proceeds."Jeri said, "I will stop dancing next week. The only reason I am still dancing is I gave my. By the way, what’s your fiancée’s name? Your dad didn’t say,” I said.“Oh, yes, it’s Herman, Herman Dorne,” she said. “Dad you have to come. You’re my dad too. Okay?” I smiled.“Like I said, I’ll be there if I can get loose,” I said. “I really am busy.”“Dad, I will never forgive you if you don’t show up!” she said. She actually seemed angry that I didn’t just give her what she wanted. Fact was I’d already decided in the last minutes to not go. But I figured to not make a big deal out of my. He had forgotten to bring his dance thong! A dance thong is a common and necessary piece of underwear worn by male dancers it holds their genitals in place, I didn’t have any spare thongs and normal underwear would have been impractical so I decided he would have to be naked under his silky blue tights, I watched him as he encased his legs and firm young bottom in the stretchy lycra and I had a slight flush of excitement seeing him tuck his penis inside the revealing material, there was.