But he did find something else.and looked down at his shorts.and i told him he sure did.i sort of smile at him and i did'nt know what to do.So he move... over close to me and took my hand and put it on his dick and i just stood ther for a minute and then i started rubbing him and it got bigger.He looked at me and then dropped his shorts and it poped striaght out.i grabbed it with borth hands and started stroking it and he aske if i wanted to suck it and i took it in my mouth and he was trying to. ..”“You think I’ve had a little influence on my son?”“A lot of influence.”“Well, don’t tell him that. He’s establishing his own identity. The first stage of that is that he’s not Jim Trainor. And, of course, he isn’t. Someday, he’ll have the judgment to avoid my mistakes without avoiding everything I am. This ain’t the day, or -- even -- the year. I’m a moderately successful banker. He’ll never be that, nor -- thankfully -- an unsuccessful one. He’ll be an engineer, probably a competent one.. I imagined her long tongue in his mouth, and when she eventually broke away, she was flushed and smiling. She got up and pulled him to his feet, helped to pull his polo shirt off over his head, kissing his muscular chest as she did, then she knelt down, undid his belt, trouser buttons and pulled his jeans down. The head of his semi erect cock was poking out from the hem of his boxers and she kissed it as she helped him step out of his jeans, she undid his shoe laces as his cock started to grow. ''But I don't have any pyjamas!''Just wear your pants then.'Brilliant, I just remember I have the most loose pants ever, and as I slid my trousers off, I also remember I have two 100% sexy girls around me.This spelts 'disaster' with and capital 'D.'We mostly hung around playing dumb party games like '20q' and 'Tickle time' but I was having a lot of fun.'So, where are your Mom and Dad, Chantelle?''Oh, there at Aunt Clara's, they didn't want to be 100m in range with me.''That's a bit...well -.