Oh, well.So, now I had been living with my mom and stepdad, Craig, who, in my book, was miles ahead of any of the men she usually went for. Craig was ...nice. He treated me well and had gone to college for a couple of years, actually read books which, for the guys my mother usually hooked-up with, was quite the departure.When report card time came around, it was Craig that asked how I did. I was a good student, another area where my mom and I differ, there are many. Anyway, you would have thought. He kept me close to our table at theedge of the floor where we were in front of at least 5 tables filled withcustomers. Now I could tell most of the masculine men but could not tellif the women were real women, or little sluts like us. I also could seewhat I thought were real lesbians some obviously gay men, and a lot ofsingle men who looked similar to Roy or Jesse. It was a very strangecustomer base, one I have never been around before.Roy took me in his arms and I let my hands reach around. But he couldn't wait any longer. He leaped up on top of her before she had even gotten comfortable, and lapped at her nipple crowns with his long, wet dog-tongue."Why you lecherous young man!" she cried in mock horror. "You can't wait half a second, can you?" But her cunt was still twitching with the unfulfilled arousal she had experienced while sucking young Greg Sullivan's cock, even as she was watching a movie about a beautiful beast very similar to Kaiser himself. She stared wonderingly. Quite surprising what kind of scenarios my lecherous old brain conjured up. Later that evening I had the bureau drawer out and emptied its contents onto the floor, but there was no sign of the card. Then I tackled the drawer below to see if it had been dropped over the back of the drawer somehow. Still no sign of it! Jamie was one step ahead of me and promptly volunteered to turn the drawers in his own bedroom out, so that I could see that he didn’t have the memory card tucked away anywhere. I.