"I thought I heard someone yell. Is everything alright?" Yes, daddy. Jay just stubbed his toe. The big goof."Dad laughed, and turned to leave, murmuri...ng something like, "Only my son" or something like that.Amy turned to me and stated, "You're an idiot Jay, you know that?" Sorry" was all I could mumble, my mind somewhere else. Why did she let me do that? And a better question, why did she help me? My questions would later be answered.At about 6, James and Alisha showed up. We went to the door,. "You could say that. I haven't been out on the pull for a while now," I replied. "So that's why you offered to buy me a drink. You want to get me drunk so you can have sex with me." "No! Well sort of. I mean, when has a guy ever offered to buy you a drink if he isn't trying to get somewhere. We're not that generous that we just do it because a hot girl looks thirsty." "Good point. But you don't need to get me drunk to have sex with me; you just have to impress me." "Alright, what do you. She was sitting next to me at dinner and everytime she wanted attentions she would grab my leg, seemed like she kept getting a bit higher each time. I could feel the buldge building in my pants as I looked down and saw how high her dress was riding as we sat having our meal. just a bit more and I would be able to see what kind of panties she was wearing; was she wearing panties a thong, a g-string, oh I was so picturing her in a g-string.Now my hard on was was full blown. Another of the. "That's what I like. That's what I really fucking like." You like when they feel under their panties?" I was fascinated by what turned him on."Oh, fuck, yeah. I love it." He glanced over at me, clearly taking a long appreciative look at my cock as I stroked it, and then said in his husky voice, "Hand me a couple of those Kleenex."I gave him a couple, which he carefully folded over, then held behind the head of his cock. He stroked faster and faster, his eyes glued to the screen. When the.