I sat in my car with my heart racing, sweat pouring off of me, and myface in my hands as I tried to gather my senses. How could I let thishappen! So...me stranger knows my secret now!As I settled down, the embarrassment started to change to excitement. Icouldn't wait to get home and "take care of things!" I drove home fast,girly pop music blasting out of my radio, dancing in my seat. I parkedthe car and ran in the house and right to my bedroom. I took out my wandand my favorite butt plug,. “Get a room,” my father’s voice said coming from behind me.“Hey Jeffrey,” I said to give him grief.“Has something happened to calling me, Dad?” he said, walking past us.“Nothing specific, you know us kids need to be as outlandish as possible, Mr. King?”“RK has a girlfriend,” my sister said, using her pet name for me.“Anybody we know?” my mother asked, still joined front to front with me.I very inconveniently jerked again, that she must have felt, due to the smile on her face.‘It’s too soon to. "And bathe first, shave and get one the girls to cut your hair so you won't look so bearlike." Yes'm," I said with a nod."And put on some clean linen for goodness sakes." Yes'm." And polish your boots."I fled, did as I had been told and about sunset arrived at the woman's home which was deep within the area controlled by the British and their lackeys, domestic as well as foreign.The poor, old widow met me in the lean-to summer kitchen of her sturdy home, pushed her long hair from her fine face,. At noon she came into the den all dressed. She was wearing a white pleated tennis skirt and a white low cut golf style shirt. The shirts two buttons where left undone and her hard nipples could be seen sticking out through the cotton material. She sat and started putting on a pair if little white Sox and white tennis shoes. She jumped up and asked how she looked. I said I thought you had a date to have your Vagina stretched not to play tennis. She raised the front of the short skirt to show she.