“We should get a bottle of wine,” Alex perked up. Her father looked at her. “I am old enough.”“I’ll have to ask for ID,” our waitress sa...id. Alex made a mad dash through her purse for her wallet and card. “Oh, a young one indeed. A week-old belated happy birthday!”“Thank you.” Alex turned with a big smile to her father. “Daddy?”“I’m driving. Perhaps Gene’s the one you should be buttering up?” He gave her a look. I tried not to blanch. I’d wager my ludicrous guess of the price of dinner was still. The kinky kind of kicks that only a true slut would ever dare to take on. But I wondered then, as my cock jerked, feeding the cum from my balls into her mouth, and every day after that if she would ever consider doing those kicks for my entertainment as well as her own? Surely there had to be a way to integrate myself into her secret living fantasy life.A week of nooners with Stud Jones later, and I came home to find no one in the house at lunchtime. I had started parking my car on another. ’ Kathryn laughed. ‘Hey little boy, wanna piece of candy?’ she asked playfully. We all laughed. ‘You know though,’ Kathryn continued turning to Maria, ‘I don’t mean this as a criticism… I know you don’t like oral, but I bet Z would have loved it if you had given him head. Once he pulled out you knew he was close. It probably would’ve only taken a few seconds. Any guy likes a blowjob over a handjob.’ Maria answered sounding a little embarrassed, ‘But I hate it when a guy … you know … in my. "Don't worry ?I'm sure yours will start growing soon," she chuckled, nodding towardsmy chest.Growing...? I stared down at my chest with a frown. My nipples maybe didlook a little puffier than normal, but...I shot her a confused look. "Wait, what are you talking about?"She laughed, flipping her ponytail off her shoulder."Well, you *are* in the girl's locker room, aren't you?" She askedsardonically.I frowned, my face burning again. Before I could respond, the sound ofanother locker opening broke.