. yes, of course, that would be nice” I said, suddenly my life was changing, he wanted to buy me a nice dress, obviously to show me off to his group... of social gatherers, the shopping trip took a turn for the better, we were into some very posh gown shops, trying them on, Julia couldn’t resist the temptation to try a few on, the assistants were round us like bees round a honey pot, they could obviously smell a good sale brewing, I looked at a black beaded full length gown, low fronted, no back,. " You better not let Jan hear you say that, if you enjoy her blow jobs." Yeah, right. It was a slip of the tongue." I'm not going to pick up on that remark, but I'll get what you want."Nancy was still in La-La land, when Sandy returned with a small basin of warm water, a towel, scented soap and a wash cloth. Sandy did the washing, rinsing and drying, and Nancy's pubic hair and thighs smelled sweet "There you go, Stan my man, dive right in." Stan obeyed, although he limited his ministrations to. I'm sure. I see it before his handlands on it. The leather straps and smooth tapered look of it. Johnson!"NO!" I yell.Owens is surprised. His hand stops. I'm on my feet. The hard soles of mybaby mary-janes give out on me and I crash to my knees and then to mychest. My hand is on the zipper of the bag. I pull it away from him. I'mnot even letting him pull that thing out of the bag. No!Owens frowns at me."Baby-baby-baby..." he coos. "There's something every daddy has..." hereasons."No!" I don't. She neverflirted with me, that just wasn’t her personality. Shedid have a cute face… but wasn’t ‘pretty’. She was ofItalian descent and had nice olive colored skin. The ‘incident’ that happened was innocent enough. At18, like most other boys, my hormones were raging and Istarted to notice hard-ons in the morning and then morefrequently as I started to think about girls. Myparents never talked to us about sex or the birds andbees so we were pretty much.