I could hear Cale’s voice, and the anger in it brought me awake, a sort of cold shooting through my veins. I recognized the familiar sensation of fe...ar. ‘What the hell do you mean you can’t hold him?’ The quiet anger that filled Cale’s voice set off every internal alarm I had. I forced myself to remain silent and wait for him to get off of the phone. ‘Yes but…..’ He sighed, his shoulders falling. ‘Alright Gray, thanks.’ Cale hung up the phone and ran his hands through his hair. He turned. He told Brooke that he would be home about eleven and that he expected us to be sound asleep well before that. Brooke said that she would see that we were. Brooke was looking really hot that night, at least to us. She was wearing short cutoff jeans shorts and a bright yellow tube top. It looked like her tits had grown even from the last time we saw her. We watched as they bounced a little as she walked. We settled in to watch some TV but spent more time smiling at each other than watching. His house was very secluded, and not overlooked by any other property than that of his next door neighbours. Yet that meant that, so long as they were there, outdoor activity in underpants was off limits. This was something Dave greatly regretted as he found the breeze around the top of his legs strangely stirring, there was an excitement to the very idea of being outside in his underwear, whilst for a man whose life was meant to be lived in briefs having any part of that prevented seemed just. My eyes bored into her as she revealed first her full breasts, then her stomach... and finally her pussy, trimmed to perfection, and already glistening with moisture. I could see her dress had a wet patch on it before she let it drop off her shoulders to the ground."Slut has wet herself with excitement already," I mocked, picking her flimsy dress up and pressing it to my nose, breathing in her scent.My eyes were greedily eating up the scene before me - my slut was beautiful and sexy, her bum as.