The parlor owner was named Bill. He looked at my wife, and her toned physique, and asked her why in the Hell was she asking about work at the parlor. ...She said, the extra money was one reason, but that an enjoyment of sex was the strongest reason. She told him that she liked all variations. Bill, in turn, assured her that “variations” were, indeed, available. He explained that there were no regulations, yet, in the city of W. Lafayette, nor in the county of Tippecanoe. He told my wife that he. After the game they could all get together with Bobby and go to this swell pizza place in Oakmore for a late supper. Bobby could then ride home with them instead of taking the team bus back. That would save his dad the trouble of having to pick him up at the high school so late that night.Southfield played a magnificent game that evening and Bobby was the star. Flushed with victory he, his parents, and Caroline had pizza at Gino's Pizzeria. During the meal Bobby sensed something strange at the. I could feel their eyes on my ass as well…. He stammered a little…’Uh….you mean pizza? Yeah…sure….’ Good. thhe tough guy was off his game, we had the advantage. Betty and I brought out more pizza, served some soda….made some polite talk….and after a few rounds, met in the kitchen. Betty looked at me…and said what we were both thinking…. ‘Are you as turned on as I am…those boys are all virgins! We could be there first…’ I looked at her….I couldn’t do much…one of them was my son for cryin’ out. While I was at the door, bindu said, uncle I have some tough projects and would really like if you could help me with it.I asked her the subject and she said it was about launching a bank. Well just the excuse needed, During my management days I had a similar project and I smiled knowing its gonna be just a cakewalk. Just then beena called out, Ram …I said yes…Ram, you know ajit called up now. Seems his sister in town and he wants me to meet her at anna nagar today evening. Bindu said mom.