I hadn’t bothered to button it and I had the sleeves rolled up. Before turning to the jocks, I slid my shirt off.“Oh, we better watch out, we bett...er not cry, little Davies coming over to show us why,” another of the dumb jocks said.I slouched a bit as I walked over to them. Once in front of them I stood up to my, new, full height, puffed up my chest and flexed my arm muscles, as well as my abs. The tank top had been a bit loose now it pulled tight against my body to show off my clearly defined. I found that extremely hard to believe and assumed it was just metaphorical. How would he obtain that much semen, and even if he did, how would he have kept it fresh in those days before refrigeration?In any case, Raskin was a very engaging teacher. He was tall and had thick black hair and a bushy dark mustache. Even though he was very articulate, he cultivated an air of weirdness about himself. He had a reputation for seducing some of his female students, but not to an excessive degree as far. There were cop cars, with flashing lights all around the house. I went inside, and the deputy sheriff had Dad sitting in a chair in the living room. For some ungodly reason the guy I called “Barney Fife,” (but never to his face), had Dad handcuffed.He made me sit down across the room from Dad. I was told I couldn’t go to my room and I couldn’t talk to, or touch Dad. I was about to smart off and ask him if he was going to handcuff me too, when Dad gave me his, “behave yourself” face, and I. ” Well, tonight I can’t sleep. That song, strangely is bouncing through my thoughts. I am lying here next to her, my wife; the other woman, and I can’t stop thinking about you. She is asleep and turned away from me. She sleeps very soundly. My imagination is running wild. I am thinking of you and very excited from the thoughts, very hard. My hand is rubbing my chest and my cock. I imagine it is you. Then, as I close my eyes, there you are. You sneak up beside the bed and run your.