‘How the hell do they do it?’ I thought to myself. But I thought the good outweighed the bad and that’s why I stay. I decided to wear my normal... faded blues with my leather boots and a white tee. Classic as always and like any other Friday afternoon after driving from my last business class of the day I get to work 10 minutes early and clock in. I gave a quick wave to Kristen and Sarah at the front desk then went back to the office to get my drawer. Opening the door, there was Brian, looking. Yet she still honestly had no clue that she was the reason her son was growing. Her outfits were becoming gradually more risqué but only because of how much she was growing. It seemed at the rate she was growing she would inevitably start showing more than would be considered decent. Despite what was going on, I still managed to hold fast to my dedication. I still hadn’t released since we came to the cabin. How could I? If I did that, given the circumstances, it would mean I was weak. It would. Perplexed, I inquired, “I’m sorry, but I don’t understand what you are asking?”Still chuckling, he observed me in a benevolent fashion before explaining himself.“Kenny, I have many, much older gay friends. In the old days, apparently, there was a code between gay men when they were in conversation and speculating if a man they observed was gay. The one would then ask the other, ‘Do you think he is a friend of Dorothy?’”I was still totally confused, but Kaspar could clearly see my bewildered. I was even going to allow the bathtub girl to use her music from my trunk to help set the mood.I started with the normal-breasted girl in the Jacuzzi while the big-breasted girl complained about getting sand in her pussy. Jean helped her aim her pussy opening at one of the jets in the Jacuzzi to give herself a douche. It worked and she was happy after that. I knew that the sand would just add another special memory to her loosing her virginity. Anyway the normal-breasted girl loved my cock as.