" For a few seconds, I wondered who she wastalking to. Then it hit me. I went a deep beetroot colour and had topoint out that actually, I was a man.Th...en it was her turn to change colour!I got more confused looks as I removed my shoes and the half-dozen socksthat were doing their level best to fill in the gaps between my feetandthe leather."They're a bit big," I said blushing. One of her eyebrows shot up.She measured one foot, but not with one of those fancy jobs that getsthe width too, just a. I crawl into my sleeping bag. I tell mom, aunt Kateand Jo goodnight.I’m laying on the floor, I can’t sleep, the house is quiet except for dadssnoring in the back bedroom. Then I hear Jo whisper “Dick are youawake?” “Yea I’m awake.” next thing I know in the darkness I feel a handtouch my arm. My eyes have adjusted a little and can see. Jo has crawlednext to me. “Can we talk?” “Sure I guess.” Next she unzips the bag andgets in with me. “Holy crap Jo if we get caught like this I will get the. I'd driven past the place many times, and I'd always been intrigued by it, and I wanted to go inside and see for myself what it was like; but I'd always driven on past each time I'd initially thought I'd go in---except finally, on a very hot and humid summer day in 1981, I pulled into the dusty gravel parking lot and, with my heart pounding in my chest and neck, I walked in through the front door!The first thing that I noticed about the place was the heavy aroma of cigarette smoke. The place. What on earth was I thinking?” She turned her attention from me to Mike’s big cock, stroking it and licking the head. She still refused to put it into her mouth.I removed two thick ribeyes from the refrigerator and placed three potatoes into the oven to bake. That done I made a nice tossed salad using lettuce, fresh tomatoes, green pepper, and radishes I’d picked up that same afternoon at a nearby farm stand. Homemade Italian dressing finished the meal. Then I set the table: three.