‘No what pussy boy!’ he shouted. ‘No sir, I would want you to tell my wife and neighbors that I’m a good little cocksucker sir,’ I said in ...return. ‘Good, then let’s keep that way and everyone will be happy pussy boy. I’m sure I’ll have another package for you next week pussy boy. Maybe you can slip into a pair of your wife’s bikini underwear before I arrive so you’re dressed like the pussy boy you really are.’ With that, he wiped his limp dick across my face leaving a trail of cum behind and. Maybe there still was some hope. The shower stopped. Max emerged fromthe bathroom wearing the oversize t-shirt I had given him; holding theboxers in his hand."They're too big," he explained, holding the boxers out to me, "They won'tstay on."I rubbed my eyes. Sheryl told him it was OK. She'd stay and wash and dry hisclothes for him. She guided him into the spare bedroom. I refilled my glassof wine and downed it."Rick," Sheryl whispered, returning from the bedroom, "Max wants to talk toyou for a. While sipping the coffee we discussed various things. I could make out that both of us were ready to kick start with what was burning inside but none of us had courage to initiate the topic. At last being senior she only broke the ice very politely by inviting me for a dinner at her flat next day with a broad smile. Next day around 7.30 pm I reached on the given address.She lives in a palatial penthouse on top floor of a posh apartment in one of the Bangalore’s prime residential area. Her. But you know what I’ve been thinking about for a while?”“No, kiddo. Tell me.”“My mom is going to be Jan Jan,” and she looked up at her mom.Jan looked at her seriously and replied, “I’m going to be Mrs. January.”Jillian joined the congratulations party. We stayed for a few more minutes so they could talk and laugh. Then hugs all around and we went back to the car, happy with Mars’ excitement and acceptance.“Where to,” I asked.Jan thought about it a minute, smiled and said, “Let’s go tell.