And I’m sorry. It was a dumb idea. I’ll stop all of this now as long as you don’t tell dad.” I begged.“No, James. I’m not going to make yo... stop, you clearly enjoy this. But if your father finds out he’s not going to be happy about it and I won’t be able to stop him from kicking you out.” She said. I was overjoyed that she wasn’t going to tell my father or stop me from going to Bill’s.“Thanks mom. You’re the best.”“I can be even better if you want some help getting ready?” I couldn’t believe. As soon as we stopped Irene looked over at me with a serious face and asked, "So, why did you lock your door last night?" The other two also looked at me for an answer.I answered Irene by taking her over to the door and showing her how it locks unless you set it not to lock and told her that I had forgotten that before I pulled the door to last night. Eventually we started moving and I showered, shaved and dressed. Irene made us a nice breakfast. I think she was trying to show us that Julie. If we DO hook up, Barb doesn’t get a say in what that means. If you want to tell her the details, that’s up to you, but she won’t hear a peep out of me.”“You don’t sound convinced,” she said, looking at me with a slight smile.“We’ll exchange numbers, but I have company through the holidays, so I don’t really have the place to myself,” I admitted.She nodded. “Yeah, my brother is flying in next weekend, so I know what you mean. Promise you’ll call me?”I nodded. “There’s no reason not to. It’s not. And then between her thighs when he reached those pictures.Grunting and pulling and stroking. It was so very different from how hisfinger had felt inside.When he came, he cleaned up and lay still on top of his blanket.Without a word, he pulled the suit free and once more slipped into it.He could barely feel the way it compressed around him now and he stareddown, once more, at his breasts and thighs. Leaning back, his titspulled to the side and now he played with them, toying with his.