.it just does that...." Drew said. "Son, do you shave it?" Ron asked. "Yes." Drew responded. "Take your pants off, and your shirt. I'm going to do an ...bervence." Ron said, quickly making up something that sounded smart just so her could see Drew's naked body. Drew got undressed. At this point, Drew was as hard as a brick. Ron stared for several minutes. "Drew......you're beautiful." Ron said, as the buldge in his pants grew. "Dad....?" Drew said. "Drew.....lay down....." Ron said. Drew didn't. "Was it always this big?" Kara thought in her head. Kara scooted her chair towards your bed, oddly getting closer to you. "You know you look kind of handsome for someone your age, I could just.."Before she could give him a kiss the door's burst opened as a tall man wearing what could only be described as a bat walked into the room.In response to this, Kara backed away and reverted back to where she was before; nervous that she might have gotten caught and confused on what she just did moments. She sat with me and accepted wine. She seemed to have a certain excitement about her but kept her composure and entered into conversation with me, enquiring as to my age and health and commenting upon my clothing and appearance. I engaged in conversation with her as Mistress Pickles and Jenkins had advised me I should, complimenting her and making no enquiries concerning her identity nor her private life. We conversed genially and occasionally she would touch but never immodestly. I noticed. She leans around me, and her eyes ask him a silent question. He softly laughs. “Yes, you can taste this one first.” Having been given permission, she moves in front of me, sliding her hands down my smooth thighs. She kisses her way up my ankle, pausing to lick at the bend of my knee. Her tongue trails up the inside of my thigh, and the closer she gets to the apex the more I struggle to breathe. I feel her warm breath blowing through the lace, and then her mouth closes over the fabric, sucking.