Betsy looked at me and said, who is jack tucker? I said my dick! Betsy looked at me and smile and said, your dick name is jack tucker? I said yes. I a...sk Betsy, do she want to meet him? Betsy just looked at me and smiled. I just unzip my pants and pulled my dick out and Betsy's mouth dropped her eyes got big and she said, your dick is huge!!! Your dick head is big as a plum!!! I took Betsy's soft hand wrap it around my dick. Betsy played with my 12 inch dick. Betsy put her hair in a pony tail. Oh, Lyn! I thought as my last orgasm of the night blazed in my body, I want you so much!When I awoke Sunday morning I laid in bed, still thinking and wondering about myself, about Lyn. I was careful not to touch myself, or even think much about what we'd done last night. I showered quickly, putting on a t-shirt and jeans, before going out into the light of day. The day was filled with prosaic normalcy; chores around the house. Working on homework, and around noon, I picked up the phone and. I'm surprised you know he calls me that." I've overheard it a couple times. Usually you two are alone. But you do it around Beth. And your Grandfather. Jean and Joan." Oh." I hadn't actually noticed that. "They're different, I guess. They all know about us." I know."She had a point.Alex nodded begrudgingly. "Sir, I kinda don't do stuff around her. I mean, I didn't know if she'd be comfortable with it." You don't trust me," Vette said simply."Of course, we trust you," I snap, just as Alex. I knew she delighted in my predicament, and was clearly teasing me. This compounded my embarrassment. But the fact she was enjoying herself at my expense, revived the same sensations in me that I had experienced with Pat, and her friends. I saw no downside to playing along. Fully aware that I was quickly getting an erection, I descended the steps towards her, making no effort to hide my excitement."Not so little any more, and even more cute." "Thank you," were my first words since the towel.