Hmmm I thought…what could that mean??? As I said earlier, I’d been to this dance before and I was fairly certain that it meant he wanted some of m...y attention. So I moved my head up a little and started licking his shaft as it stroked back and forth into her flowing honey pot. Plus, whenever he slammed in deep for a moment I took the opportunity to lick and suck on his low hanging fruit. This seemed to give him even more ideas and soon he was sliding completely out of her pussy every so often. "I don't know what Mrs. Foster did but Bob acted like a young ladyalright. You could tell he was embarrassed and wanted to complain but hedidn't dare. Scary part was that after a few days we started to forgetBob was ever even a boy. Mrs. Foster really seemed to like that. Thenshe kept 'Barbara' in those dresses and high heels for the rest of thesummer. He must have straightened out because he didn't have to come backthis year," Andy said.Dale gulped a bit through a dry throat as Wayne and. Jan was next. Her bids doubled what Glen had bid for his pair but I, still wandering, quite happily around with my pussy exposed and so beautifully framed by my black stockings and suspenders, called a halt when I felt it was getting too high. And again, Jan, removed her knickers wrapped them round the winning bidder’s very engorged cock (whilst I also took a very close interest!) and within seconds his cock exploded with his semen. Most of his spunk had been caught by Jan knickers but a little. He hadn’t married, hadn’t known the joy of a new baby or coming home to a woman after weeks on the road. His own sisters and brothers had fallen in love, raised families, and been happy. He had been little more then a doting uncle who came at birthdays and Christmas loaded with presents for smiling nieces and nephews. More then once he had been asked when he was going to settle down, raise a house full of kids. He had never been able to answer. Not that it was that he hadn’t known women who.