..but not mine.My own cock was stiff and straining in my tight underwear under my running shorts. You know tight briefs to avoid chafing and dangling ...alls or a wayward cock while running. However, my throbber needed space or it would burst the goddamn stitching of my underwear and short or I would cream the inside of my pants. So I leisurely released my cock out down my shorts leg, ah it felt good, both the release and my hand sliding back and forth along my shaft, as Faun tweaked her own. ‘You don’t get to be a smart aleck with us either,’ said my Father, obviously not mollified. ‘I’ll see if he’s free,’ I said. ‘I think I can persuade him to come, if he’s not going to Friday night services.’ ‘At least he’s Jewish,’ my Mother said. Dad gave her a withering look. ‘How is he going to support you in the style you deserve?’ ‘He has a very good job.’ Don’t mention the trust fund. He isn’t after my money. And his value is intangible, yet quantifiable. Ugh. That’s how Jeff would say. We had the same teacher didn't we?"Her smile seemed to light the world around, allowing for just a brief momentto forget the pain I was in."I'm glad you decided to come..." The old woman directed me toward thechanging room. "Go on in there and switch out of your clothes, you'll needto shower prior to swimming." What if I just want to sit and relax?" I asked the tiny woman."Still need to shower...it's a code thing."I nodded as I pushed the door open, she stood by the entrance and pointedpast my. I had brought some condoms and a tube of KY....just in case. Maybe the boys would just want the boobs and pizza....I was in the kitchen when there was a knock at the door....Betty and I had put on light tops with no bra, shorts and the cute little maids' aprons. Hardly functional, but we liked them...we had laughed at putting them on..."what the hell good were these things, anyway!". Betty went to the door, and looking not unlike a group out for trick or treat were the five boys. My son.