“You know that’s not good enough. You don’t want to end up with some form of crotch rot, do you?” I asked“I guess not” he answered relucta...ntly.“I’ll try and do it as quickly as possible.” I promisedI soaped up the cloth once more and reached around him, starting at the base of his testicles and working my way up. I had washed him like this many times as a c***d, but what became immediately obvious to me was that he wasn’t my baby any longer! I quickly ran the cloth between his legs, washing the. His butt was still tight and looked nice and round. He flexed his buttocks and released them.Turning back he looked at his cock. He did like the look of his shaved pubic area. His cock looked at least an inch longer than it really was.He put his hand on the shaft of his flaccid cock and squeezed it and stretched it upward. It occurred to him he had not masturbated for maybe a month. He had not had any need to. He was having sex nearly daily with either Tess or Dave or both. He gave his dick a. I think nearly every dancer and bar girl in El Paso was in our ballroom that night. When I walked in the door, the women started clapping. I blushed, gave them a little wave and walked over to the small bandstand to join the Hombres. The cigar and cigarette smoke must have been thick in the room that night, because my eyes were starting to water. I wiped my eyes with the back of my left hand as I slung my guitar around my neck then held up my hand for some silence. When the crowd quieted down,. She thrust all her stuff back into her bag in a haphazard mess and zipped it up, her pigtails dancing. She was a cute thing but already an adult and heading to college.“You, too, Christine,” I said to my twenty-year-old daughter. “You can text once you've reached school.” She drove herself and her sister to their college, my condition for letting her drive one of my cars. “Now, Christine.”“Just a second,” she said, furiously typing. She had brassy-brown hair, a hue closer to my deep red. Her.