CFNM Anatomy Lesson
I stepped out of the shower to the sounds of the over-cheerful babysitter my parents had hired to watch my ten-year-old brother Sam, while they went to the opera and some fancy after party that would have them out until practically dawn. Not that this was unusual. At 14, I had stayed overnight by myself a few times, but my parents didn’t trust me to watch my little brother for this long. Not that I minded having Tracy, the babysitter, over at the house. A 19 year-old freshmen at a local...