" Shit, she must have caught me in my self-glorifying hallway walk before my incident with Janelle. I probably didn't even hear her. I felt like a god...amn runway model for God's sake. Her expression softened and seemed to become one more of sadness than of anger. "That's not the first time you've done something like that to me." She spun the ball one last time before planting it on the ground and sitting on top of it."I'm sorry," I said, but I couldn't help but feel like an asshole. I put on my. In fact, one evening she proposed we go on a real date: dinner and a play. She came by to pick me up at my apartment dressed pretty much as a guy, pressed pants, white dress shirt, thin tie, and vest. I was dressed nicely in an evening gown. We were a striking couple quite frankly and I actually felt a little sexual twitter when I opened the door and laid eyes on her. Definitely had an inkling how the evening was going to turn out. On the way home, she took my hand as we walked across campus.. It was a dumb plan, as I did not even know if she was still cheating on me. There were so many better ways to do this, but I was not thinking clearly. No matter how dumb my plan was, it worked out.Your mother left home with you two about 30 minutes later. I followed her in my friend’s car to your uncle Vincent’s house. Initially I was disappointed, as I was sure that she was only visiting Dorothy. Imagine my surprise when only minutes later, Dorothy left the house with all 4 kids. The next. Alan said to me in a threatening whisper 'rub my cock'. Stunned I looked quizzically at him and Alan made it perfectly clear 'take your hand and rub my dick till it's rock hard'. Timidly I reached out and placed my hand on his crotch and followed the contour of his semi erect cock down his left leg. I stroked slowly on his cock and was rewarded with strong throbs from his man meat. Alan squeezed my chest that he had hold of with each throb of his cock. Than in his authoritative tone Alan.