I gathered up the contents of the shoebox Fred sent home and put them back. I had left the garage door open so I wasn't surprised when I heard a knock... at the interior door. I opened the door exchange hellos with Fred and wheeled him into the house. He noticed the shoebox on the coffee table as we went into the living room. I ran to the kitchen and grabbed two cold beers.I handed Fred a beer and sat on the couch, facing him. "Well, what did you 'wanna show me'" he asked with a slight grin on his. ”You bite your lip at first. I feel your grip on my tits tighten and I moan as you push me back against the cool tile with the gentle increase in pressure. I can feel that animal coming out again and I want to make sure he does. “Don’t you worry, he has plenty of pent up energy for as many parties as you want to have,” you reply with a smirk.I return a slightly sad look, a bit serious, a bit playful. “Is this marvelous cock not getting the attention it needs?” I pause for a moment appreciating. Guilt, lust, shame, pride to name a few. Could be the ecstasy from last night I think? I pull back up into the mirror and with a certain degree of difficulty begin to absorb what I'm seeing.I see a semi naked gay boy in an oversized oxford shirt trying to pee straight. I see a face very much like mine except for the smeared mascara and a dried white substance on a cheek. I see black hair cropped short in some places but long in others. All of that melts away when I look into those eyes. My. Both of them wanted something to happen but had no clue about the next step. Tommy began to pet her breasts. Her light cotton dress did not protect her very much from his caresses. In no time her nipples puffed up. They were nice and hard. They needed to be set free. Nancy stepped away and pulled the dress over her head. Seconds later Tommy began to take his shirt and pants off. Clumsily they both took their shoes off last.No words said they began to hug again. This time they felt the sweat.