The lashes were longer, paler. Even his brown irises now had specks ofgreen. He hated what he saw, and before he could look any more, the doorburst ...pen and some douche football player walked in. With a frustratedgrowl, Greg turned around and stormed out of the bathroom. The footballplayer hadn't paid him any special attention, but they weren't friends,either. The idiot wouldn't have noticed. But Greg didn't want anybodyhe knew to see him, and slinking from hall to hall, he made his way. "How do you do it?" Robert whispered.Charlotte knew exactly what he meant. Why was there no bulge in herpanties?"I can err... I can... I can retract by testes... my balls," Charlottestammered."And I just tape the rest underneath."It was just bizarre. Charlotte was standing millimetres from a man whodespised her but had his hand under her skirt, caressing her knickerswhile she explained the art of tucking and taping."Show us," Wayne Jenkins called out."Yeah... show us!" Steven Belfour-Brown. And not just Dandelion, either,” Justine encouraged her only son.“You’re right, Maman. I just ... I worship you. It’s hard to explain. I think that I might be a little submissive when it comes to ladies, or at least with you,” Richard answered, making his mother blush a bit herself now.“Do you want to be my third husband? Bear in mind that it would be selfish for me to hoard you, as I’ve said. You need to experience other sources of pussy ... and even be open to your own sex as well. That being. His mouth ran dry at the sight of them, knee high and laced tightly around her wide legs… She noticed his obvious discomfort and barely concealed arousal, Come here, sit with me… She whispered softly, standing and taking his hand to guide him to the Sofa, she pushed him back on it, He landed and dropped the bottle of wine to the floor softly as she placed a long booted leg next to him and guided his face towards it, Caught off guard he hesitated, then began to kiss and lick the shiny leather,.