As I stood, Rob gave me a hug. His arms wrapped around me and he pulled me into him. Our wet bodies pressed against one another and I wasn't quite sur...e how to respond. My arms slowly left my side and I half-heartedly patted the small of his back. I had never imagined myself hugging, kissing or cuddling with another guy. To me, the thought of being with another guy was all about the cock. It was the power, the firmness, the physicality, the rawness of being a guy. Hugging and cuddling were too. But you can help.”I got the subtle hint. She was sitting on a barstool. I went over to her.“Somebody is very horny. The only thing that will help is a couple of nice orgasms.”She invitingly spread her legs, and I obediently bent over and put my face in her pussy. It didn't take long for me to bring her to her first orgasm. She almost slipped right off the chair.Then I got a big, wet, tongue-filled kiss before I zeroed in on her diamond-hard nipples. I knew that she had nipples like mine, but I. He laid the exam table back but not completely flat. As I laid back, he had me shift down and then to place my feet in the foot rests. I was totally exposed and I could feel myself blushing even worse. I had never even kissed a boy at this time in my life now I was exposed to a handsome young man who under other circumstances I would have noticed and maybe smiled at. He placed his hands on the inside of my thighs and gently spread my knees apart. I just look up at the ceiling imagining him. Father then came outside. He was wearinga black dress shirt, slacks, and black cowboy boots like Mother. ?Thomas,? Mother called out. ?Yes Ma'am,? I answered, coming out of the kitchen. ?Look who's here, Mrs. Cook!? Mother said, ?And this is her husband.? I smiled and shook hands with both of them. Mrs. Cook was wearing a red sweater,black stretch pants, and pointed-toe pumps. Mr. Cook was a balding man of about60, dressed in a gray leisure suit, and brown sandals with black socks pulledup to.