He listened to the 'calling of the card' and saw the ghostly reminders of Charters Towers golden days. The building itself had been restored and was a... fascinating start to his time in Charters Towers.As he ate the steak and veggies he had cooked for himself, washed down with the rest of the bottle of red wine from the previous night, he planned tomorrow's activities, before watching a little TV then turning in for an early night.Wednesday Week 12Dave's first activity after his leisurely. Even this late in his high school career. But then he thought of all the responsibilities that came with club activities and he immediately thought better of it.He'd much prefer to be free of that stuff. No stressful competitions. No people ordering him around. No tiring training regimes. None of that for Hiroshi.But that's not to say that he didn't respect those that did partake in that lifestyle. He definitely did have respect for the diligent people who had a club to go to. And it's not like. After her ordeal earlier she had endured the shame of spreading her legs so her husband could shave her pudenda. Jeremy had done a good job with his safety razor and Pip had shown his admiration for her 'little girl' look by fucking her on the bathroom floor while her husband pleaded with him to desist. She had managed to hide, from Jeremy, the mild orgasm Pip induced in her as he came.Pip watched as Mary and Byron cleared the kitchen table and stacked the dishes in the sink. Byron stood behind. Knowing that for the first time in my life I would be showing my dick to another person had me trying to keep my erections under control all night. The day started out normal enough with my friend and myself doing the usual things teen boys do, Riding bikes, playing video games and just hanging out. By late afternoon we ended up back at his house and to look through the boxes of Playboys and Hustlers his dad kept hidden in the garage. We had looked at them together a few times before but.