On my way down to my knees, I hooked my thumbs in the waist band of your open cut-offs and slid them and your white bikini-cut panties over your hips.... I can still remember how sexy it looked when I let go of them and they slowly slid down your legs coming to rest around your ankles and how you first lifted one foot out of them, and then, looking down at Al, who was unzipping his sleeping bag and spreading it out as a bed on the tent floor, you used the other foot to deftly separate the panties. It was a terrible distraction, and it would have affected Freaky's grades, if he couldn't just ask Axorie for any answers he wanted for the Exams.Steetch started taking Sports, mainly just for a joke, but it turned out he was really really good, at all the sports he went out for, even without using his personal anti-gravity. But, of course he did. He went from being the total klutz to the star of the football, basketball, hockey, rowing, LaCrosse, wrestling, track and field, and swimming teams.. By now...I was putty in his hands. I had no response but to obey and begin crawling towards him, mesmerized by the sight of this beautiful naked man in front of me. As my lips were inches from his cock, my mouth gaping open, I leaned into try and kiss it, but he pulled back slightly. "Hold on...Mr. Thompson...I want to hear you say it." He said, a sly grin on his face, holding the camera phone up to get a good shot of me. "What do you want me to say?" I pleaded, tears welling up in my eyes. I was like the child Ted raised, and he was like one I raised too. This is hard for me to even explain, or put into any kinds of understandable words. Perhaps if you were to read all of Ted’s stories it would be easier to discern. It does tell the beginnings, and the end, with a few changes that don’t completely fit due to different perceptions of the same thing. Realize the writings are from two different people, even though the two were just one, in truth. So perceptions, thoughts, moments,.