"Okay, please be kind. This is fun, but I feel a little inconvienced.Will these problems stay. If they do, I'm in such trouble." She started tocry ...gain. "Please, game, be nice. I won't bitch at you anymore. Just benice." She then picked up the dice and dropped it. It came up as a six. Her piece walked slowly to its destination and stopped. "Okay,Jennifer, it looks like you landed on the mind change spot, so I'll give you achoice in your new attitude. First, you could either be some. So, one day, only a few weeks after my sixteenth birthday, she was asking me about a girl she'd seen me with that day when she picked me up after school. We were in the kitchen when she asked, "The little blond you were talking to when I came to school this afternoon? Who's she?" "Oh, Melissa Ebersole, that must be who you mean." "Have you taken her out? Gone on any dates?" "Oh, no, we're just friends, that's all." "Well, she's really pretty. Just wondered. Have you dated much at all, Ben?". You utter asshole, Peterson.Making a face, I carefully grabbed the front elastic of my boxers between finger and thumb and stretched it out so I could see the mess for myself. Whoa. Look at that. I frowned at the state I was in. Oh, good grief, GROSS. But the spunky mess down below wasn't the thing that was bothering me. Nope. Apart from the dull ache, the amount of spunk I was shooting was getting ridiculous. For the past week or so I had gone from filling a decently sized teaspoon to easily. She asked if I had ever gone nude in public, I told her that although I had I only really did that in secluded areas, she gripped my hand and guided me further up the beach towards the sand dunes at the top.The beach was busy but we soon found a spot that was quiet with only a few people near by, mum in law spead her towel on the sand and settled down beside me, the anticipation of what might happen was intense and my cock was by now growing into a visible bulge in my shorts. I sparked up a.