“Daddy, are you having any fun in here?” Jessie asked too innocently. “Or do you have a bad feeling in your belly because you’re trying to av...id stuff?”“I’m having a great time,” he lied. “I’m with the greatest person ever.”“My tummy feels bad,” Jessie complained.“You’re just hungry,” Jack consoled.“Not that, I mean, it’s more than that. We’re here together which is great and all, but it’s like since we’re naked, we’re not allowed to do a lot of stuff. Like we have to stay away from each. "Not for more than, oh, maybe six or seven hours at a stretch." Gotta be grown-ups, do the right thing." What if I go through all this and it turns out I get offered a broadcasting job in Butte, or Spokane, or someplace? Then what do we do?" I don't know, Paul. That would be tough to deal with. But don't borrow trouble, OK? For now, just keep your eye on what you're aiming at, and get ready to pull the trigger on Phase One." Good advice, Counselor. I guess you'll be getting about $250 an hour. Then she took me to my bed and started talking soothingly to me. Since the school year was over, all that was left of my male clothes was going to be packed away and given to the Salvation Army tomorrow morning on our way to her house. Our old house had been sold at a profit, and the proceeds of the sale together with the insurance settlement had been placed aside for me to have at the time I became 21 years old. My name was being changed by a lawyer friend of hers to Alice, and my birth. I’ve got just a hair short of eight inches, so there was plenty to play with on the other side. I could feel my cock getting lubed, so I wondered if it was going to end up in this guy’s ass soon—not what I was looking for right off the bat. So I pulled back half way and could see a mustache in the vicinity of my shaft, so I presumed I was getting head.I invited this guy over to my booth in order to watch him in action on my dick, and to allow others to enter the second booth to watch or join.