What was she doing in Oakland? God, she was beautiful!Remember, I told myself. Remember! She's a beautiful white girl. Worse, the white girl's name is..."Warren." --As in Paul Warren, your boss -- Idiot!I didn't see Maria again until the next series, in Anaheim, and when I saw her there, I asked Paul about it."Maria traveling with you on this trip?" With me? --No," Paul said. "I hardly even see her from one day to the next. She's traveling with the club, though. She's working with Pete Hampton,. I could feel my cock twitching as I looked into her wide, baby-blue eyes. My gaze traveled slowly down to the just-tight-enough sweater molded to two of the roundest, firmest breast I have ever seen, topped with hard rosebud nipples which threatened to burst through the material any second. I dragged my eyes reluctantly away and invited her in before the twitch in my cock became a full blown hard on.Her name was Rachel and she sat sedately on the settee opposite me, displaying enough of her. Really hungry."Inside, I made a simple lunch of sandwiches from the leftover ham we'd had the night before.Bradley ate ravenously. "I'm still hungry, Mom."I got up to make him another sandwich. "Well, you're a growing boy," I said, slicing some more ham off the bone.Just then, I felt Bradley's hands on my shoulders. I stood completely still, and Bradley, who is taller than me now, turned me to face him. The look on his face shocked me into silence. It could only be described as... lust.I wet my. ‘Because we both know you’ve been tiptoeing around asking it for the last several Mondays, and we both know you’re a bad boy for doing it, no matter how sweetly and innocently you finally managed to put it.’ Her smile kept me from being too speared by that. She was right. All summer, ever since she’d slipped and said more than she should have, I watched the stress leave her face, the light brighten in her eyes, the strength fill up her laugh. And all summer I had wanted to say something about.