“The Red Barn is an old cotton warehouse in a very rural remote part, quiet isolated” Gary said “No one has been there for many years except the... members. It still has a security fence around it with ample parking inside and we have put a new padlock on the gate.”“Do you think that the other members are going to accept a 21 year old man with a small cock into a 16 year old boys wanking club?” I asked.“We’ll see” Gary replied “but you will have to go through the normal membership application. " Right. I got that part." And like I said, I know he has a little crush on me. I think sometimes he's more interested in seeing me than the baby." That's not any shocker. What interest does a thirteen year-old boy really have in a baby?" You're right. Anyway, I said he has a crush on me, not on the baby." I'm sure he does. I think he sees you as more than Big Sister, Simone." I know that, I guess. But that's why I was trying to treat him as more of an adult. He seemed to be getting more. Emily steps toward the now shirtless fourteen year old boy; she takes her hand up to his face. Lightly brushing his cheek with her thumb she says, “If you haven’t figured it out by now, you have to strip, because it’s a prerequisite of mine.” And I like seeing you naked, Bro. She left unsaid. “Now don’t make me wait any longer. Strip off the rest, like a good little slave!”Just feeling the touch of her hand on his face, gives Tommy’s cock a jolt. It’s like she possessed some strange power over. She was laughing and flirting as if she had no cares in the world. Men were almost fighting for a chance to get her out on the dance floor. Peter had been glaring at his only daughter when Cynthia leaned across the table and hissed at him, "Are you just going to sit there all night drinking or are we going to dance Peter? I came here to dance and socialize. All you have done is sit here and drink and make derogatory remarks to Winona and me about our friends and lives. You seem intent on.