I was very nervous talking to someone about my secret but he always made me feel relaxed. Over time our conversations started turning to meeting in pe...rson. Jack never pressured me and always understood my concerns. He always reassured me, telling me there was no pressure. Eventually I grew brave enough to agree to meet but there was a slight problem. Ashamed as I am to admit it now but all of the clothes I wore belonged to other people. My sister, my step mum, and even a couple of my female. After about twenty minutes of chatting, a text came through, “I have to run, but if your phone rings in a few minutes, answer it but don’t say anything.” I texted back, “Why?” but there was no reply. I just assumed Kendra was messing with my head, because we joked about phone sex. When the phone didn’t ring for about thirty minutes, I drifted off to sleep. As soon as I got off to sleep, my phone rang and startled me. I saw Kendra’s number on Caller ID. I was about to say hello, but remembered. .. uh ... did he ... did your son ... did you..." We both finished, if that's what you're trying to say." Uh, yea. That was it." Mike paused to think again. "Jenna, how old is your son? I don't remember if you told me that before." I don't think I told you exactly. And now I don't want to." O.K. Well, uh..." He's in High School. Barely. He's not eighteen, if that's what you're wondering." Yep, you figured it out again. So, he's a minor." Yes." Jenna, what happened, you know ... after?" I ran. It was a very nice taste. As Contessa kissed me, I managed to move my hand around to cup one of her breasts through the dress. The heat of her breast filtered through the fabric and I even felt her nipple rise against my palm. Contessa began to moan from my touch. Then I felt her hand slip inside my pants. Her hand slid against my skin as the waist of my pants held her hand tight there. Her fingers slid over my shaved skin that led to my cock now getting hard. “Oh my, a man that shaves his.