..." Yeah, bullshit! Do you know how busy I am? I get up at 6:30amand board the school bus at 7am. School is out at 2:30pm and I'm home by3pm. Tanning... and my bodybuilding routines take till 6pm. By the timesupper is over and things are cleaned up it's around 7pm and by the timeI do my studying and homework it's between 9pm and 10pm - just abouttime to go to bed.About the only time that I can ever do all those things that adultsthink teenagers do is on the weekends, and even then my Dad has me. I just did. I was eighteen and I spent half my waking hours with a stiff cock. I don't know why I walked downstairs that morning in just my open, white silk shirt, either. I knew my mom was home, but didn't think we would run into eachother as I hurried to the refrigerator. As I turned the corner into the kitchen, she was right there. My cock's face actually touched the belt to her dress. She stepped back as I apologized and held my hands over most of my cock. I looked in her eyes and they were. The chef and maids paused to study the poor bedraggled creature standing beside Kathleen. The chocolates Charles gave Rose hardly calmed her hunger. The sight and smell of the food made Rose lightheaded. Kathleen must have noticed Rose’s dreamily ravenous expression, for she whispered, “We’ll get you a plate, right quick, but first, Mr. Burton.” Kathleen led Rose through a large, simply furnished dining hall attached to the kitchen. “This is where the servants eat,” Kathleen explained. Rose. I was the responsible older brother. If she wanted me then let her show it. I was trembling slightly. So was she.My tongue wetted my lips, dry in this humid heat. Hers did the same.Adrenaline was slowly building. Ringing in my ears. tension mounting seemingly to bursting point. I glanced down. A dark patch on the triangle of fabric over her mound.She was aroused.Her eyes flicked onto the bulge in my pants. They stayed there.Her mouth grew wider. Breathing shallow, fast and raspy.She had.