Courtney called the house on her PDA, left the papers between the door, and coached the clients from around the corner. Then we retrieved the papers f...rom the same spot and headed to the next stop.At the next house a naked kid maybe ten years old strolled out from the back. He had a killer suntan, and didn't seem self-conscious at all. His blue waist-length hair was a little unusual but oh well."We're from Bogswamp Realty. We have some papers your parents need to sign," Courtney explained."Oh. I preened in front of the locker room mirror and saw a good looking adolescent with dark wavy hair, already quite broad in the chest and shoulders. I was a keen rugby player and had been in my house team at school until everything fell apart at home. Unlike my father, I was never going to be a tall man, but at 16 I had almost reached my full height and stood about 5’9′. Auntie Maggie was right, I could easily pass for 18 plus, and in my new uniform probably even older. I was glad to have the. The idea turns me on but I’ve always been crazy jealous of Helen. I would likely lose it. It’s just those fucking porn sites. I get horny as hell watching that stuff. I love the ones where the hubbie is sitting there stroking or filming his wife as she goes berserk on some stranger’s fat cock. I don’t understand why but it gets me rock hard and my mind plays the images over and over with Helen as the hotwife. See, I even know the lingo. I must be one sick perverted fuck. I should see someone. I started moaning a little, and desperately tried to keep my voice down. Years of suppressed desires, unrequited love were breaking free.One hand in my pants, I stretched out the other, with trembling grip.And touched his cock for the first time in my life.Something like an electric shock went threw my arm. Somehow, that had been the last straw.I came closer, still rubbing and fingering myself, and now rubbing him. Lars’ cock started growing, which made me moan and buck into my hand harder. It.