That and I let her screw the same boys I did. I kind of passed on the best ones to her, and culled the assholes. I had a bit thicker skin than Jen.Fro... my dad in those days I learned the difference between fact and fiction. I also learned that sometimes one can make fiction look like fact, and then swear to it. It's a trick that works best, when the people want to be fooled. When you take down a really bad guy, it doesn't take much to convince a fury that it was justified. The lesson my dad. Stan’s hand-job gave me my best climax ever. Self-pleasure would never be the same again. Stan and I rolled together and snoozed for the afternoon, before heading off home, still euphoric from our first mutual wank.Fishing became less and less a part of our Saturdays, just the excuse to get out of the house and find a safe place to make whoopee. On one occasion to celebrate Stan’s exam successes, I offered to give him as many blow jobs as he wanted during our day out. I thought that this would. Standing there completely naked before this unusual woman, my throbbing, swollen cock at full attention. ?That’s better boy, but I don’t like a messy boy. Pick up your clothing, fold it neatly and place it beside the door.? This time without hesitation I bent down, scooped up the shirt and shorts, folded them as neatly as I could and placed them in a neat stack beside the door. ?Ah, that is much better and you obeyed without hesitation that time. I think you can be a very good boy when you. Shaking myself out of my own bemusement, I knew there was still one morecostume Bill needed to try on before we left for the night. I just hadto see Bill in a proper tutu before we could leave the store. GrabbingBill's 'boy' clothes, I pulled Richard outside the change room to tellhim about the tutu. He promised the store carried something in thecorrect size, so the two of us went to take a look. With Richardstarting the search I quickly dashed to the car and dumped Bill'sclothes inside the.