The next day it was raining hard, Mr. Roberts asked if I had a ride home. I told him no, my mother was at work. I said ok, how about I take you home?... I said ok and expected to do some work but he said we'll take a break today. We ran out to the car and hopped in. He said to sit next to him. I slid over, and he said to open my pants. I unbuttoned and pulled down the zipper. Since no one was out he reached into my pants and rubbed my dick till I was hard. We pulled in the driveway and ran to the. Allison tore open the envelope, and unfolded the letter. The letterhead was from the Conservatorium of Music."I'm in!" Allison said after reading the first few sentences."To the music program?" her mother asked."Yes. Oh, and they have given me scholarship, too!" Allison passed the letter to her mother, and her father read it over her shoulder. Allison could see the pride swelling through them. Their faces grew progressively more radiant as they finished the letter.After sharing a long hug with. "These are more or less in chronological order," Don said. "I think they turned out great!"He was right. The photographs were absolutely sensational. The early photos of me, on the living room couch, were vivid and sexy but understated, almost dignified. I especially loved the carefully posed "snooty" shot where I had my right hand behind my head, looking positively regal, but with my blond pussy clearly on display.Tad liked that one, too. "That's a candidate for poster-sized," he. .. it'll never happen again, believe me!"Doug's voice was earnest and humble, but Betty didn't care. Without a word, she handed him a plate of bacon and eggs, and poured him a cup of coffee."At least say something," Doug pleaded, ignoring his meal. "I've said I'm sorry--what more do you want? I... I guess I just lost my temper, besides being dead tired." Your breakfast is getting cold," Betty said indifferently, moving out of the kitchen and going into the living room.Gratefully, she sank down.