. just what I needed. Parents.But ... she's my baby ... and if she's not happy, I can guarantee I won't be happy. Besides ... there's all this money ..... and I still don't have a job ... I have a really bad feeling and it's getting worse. The first day she invited her young friends over ... not a good idea.I am signatory to the bank account."Wendy?" Yes?" I'm very uncomfortable with this." I can see that. So am I."Like twins, we said, "They're so young." Wendy, they're three and four years. I was afraid the sudden flush of my cheeks would give me away. I'd liked girls for a very long time, but never one so much younger than myself. I was tempted to turn and leave, to run away, before I did something abominable, but I needed this job."Hello Vanessa," Claire said, holding out her hand to me.I took it and squeezed gently. It was tiny and white, with short nails. She gave me a quizzical look. It must have seemed strange to her, the way I sharply drew in my breath, and muttered, "Hello. " "I am. And you are my beautiful boy." He licked his finger and rubbed the head of my cock with it. "Lean back with your back to me." I did. He wrapped one arm around me. He wrapped his otherhand around me dick. "What did you want, baby? What did you want before I told youwhat I wanted?" "Do you mean sex or just living?" "Sex." "I wanted a hairy man to fuck me." "You like my hair?" "I love it. I think I love you." "Good. We'll love each other, and life can't get any. It had been six months ago that my son had introduced me to the internet and the wonder of chat rooms, his comment at the time that if I wouldn't go out then I could surf instead had made us both laugh. And it had been fun, I'd 'talked' to people of all sorts from all over the world without leaving the sanctuary of my home and then, only a short month ago, I'd met 'Lover Boy', that being his handle. It was as though we'd clicked right off and we began to spend more and more time in private chat.