Then we can put your creativity to work on the building, baby." he replied."I have the plans almost done, Jack. I just hope we can afford the cost, ev...n with the discount that Mike's giving you for it." she said, worriedly."What have you come up with for the cabin, baby?" he asked. She went to the kitchen drawer by the window, took out a folder, pencil, eraser and a pencil sharpener, then sat back in her chair. She opened the folder and handed a sheet of paper to Jack."It's going to have three. "I thought you came for lunch," she chided, taking evasive action."Whatever you like," he said, abandoning his approach with good grace.Helen hugged him and gave him a light kiss."Who's your friend?" The orange cat was a meatloaf on the balcony rail."No idea," Helen replied. "He showed up a week or so ago. I'm hoping he'll get bored and go away. Hasn't told me his name." Old Possum says they never tell, so you might as well call him what you will." I'm not sure I want to call him anything. I'd. But he turned his cheek to allow me to air kiss near his ear andthen he turned the other cheek and my lips brushed his cheek ever soslightly and I felt him jerk and look at me."Bill, your nails look divine with that particular shade of scarlet.L'Oreal has a lipstick shade which would match perfectly. You shouldask your mother to buy you a tube today. See you at practice nextweek."I repeated the process with each of the other boys and was petted andadmired by all the mothers. Then my perm day in. .. getting... FUCKED...!" he said. And then I found that I did want to tell him. I put my hand on my mouth, and then I found myself speaking through my fingers. "I do... I do..." I moaned. "Oh God... Oh God... Oh please... don't stop..." "TELL ME!" he demanded. He continued to pound me. "OH GOD..." I moaned. "Oh please... please, please, oh please FUCK ME! Oh please fuck me, FUCK... ME...!" I felt him pushing himself even deeper into me. His cock was starting to throb. "Oh God," I cried, "Oh.