It was spreading down his leg from the tip of his cock. The cum that he had just ejected seemed to be flowing wildly down his leg. She said that she w...as amazed at how big the stain was getting and how fast it was moving.With his pants suddenly wet, he was now the one turning 100 shades of red! That’s when, she told me, he had decided he needed to leave - before I got home.I could not tell for sure if she was embarrassed with what she was telling me or if she was a little proud of her. She gasped. “Uncle Ted! You...” He reached again into the bag “And this.” he said. It was a black suspender belt. She looked at him. “You amaze me. You really do. What am I, your niece, or some sexual fantasy figure?” He didn't answer. “Both.” Jan replied for him. “I'm both, aren't I?” Again, he stayed silent. “Pass me the stocking and shoes from the bag.” He reached in. “On second thoughts, just give me the bag!” she demanded. Walking past the bar on the way to the Ladies with shoes, stockings. He zoned out during most of roll call, raising hishand when they said his last name and almost waiting for the day to endas it just started. He was already used to being the butt of jokeseverywhere he walked, and yet to some a novelty of the school. When theten thirty am period bell sounded, he was ready to put the quick halfday behind him, knowing it was last period and there was no lunch. Hisfeet were a little tired, not used to spending a few hours in pumps ashe took his seat in the last. I doubt if I can do much at Columbia, but I surely can find a place at NYU or Fordham."I nodded. Then I went to the VFW to help the Summerdale men clean up after the Thanksgiving meal that they served to the veterans, the veterans' families and the serving men's families. They served turkey with all the trimming from noon until six. The Lodge sought out the families of the serving men, without regard to race, and had a nice turnout of families. Some Gaston Lee Post members delivered meals to.