“Ten… that’s if you simply want to play with it, but if you want to suck it, it’ll be twenty more,” the man answered with a shitfaced grin.B... now, the man’s ample foreskin was tantalizingly moving up and down his shaft, offering glances of the moist pink head that it sheathed. As Darius looked at the enticing slimy orb as it disappeared and then reappeared, he practically began hyperventilating.“Is kissing extra?” was all Darius could think of asking as his throat began to constrict with. When I meet your mother dad use to take me down to this bakery on Main Street called Mama's fresh breads I was eight or nine. I can still smell the bread from outside the building and when i got inside there was this beautiful little lady with fiery red hair holding a broom sweeping the floor of the bakery, was it mama, yes son it was mama now let me finish, she looked so beautiful in her emerald green dress and her piercing green eyes. Now king William the king you are named after went behind. I was laying there listening to the music, smelling the incense, and to be honest, quite horny waiting for the pelvic part of the massage.Jodi walks in, dressed in a sarong type skirt, a loose button down shirt that was probably one of her husband's old work shirts. I was quite surprised when her daughter Jasmine walked in behind her. Jasmine, or Jazz as they called her, was 14, tall like her mother, and willowy. Puberty had been very good to her. In the last year she'd gone from a very dumpy. “Don’t you want to do it with me?” Libby asked.“Wanting to do something doesn’t always mean you should do it,” I replied. “We barely know each other.”“But last Saturday?”“I was doing that for Cynthia. It’s pretty obvious she wanted to be with you, too. Can I ask about that?”“I like boys and girls,” Libby said. “I’ve kissed boys and girls and I like both. You weren’t the first one I touched, though you were the first one I had in my mouth! I always wanted to do what we did to Cynthia, but none.