" By pyrotechnics, you mean flames and whatnot, right?" asked Theo anxiously. Ned nodded reassuringly. Lernea talked with an impossibly sticky voice r...eminiscent of what dying in a tar pit would sound like:"What about the halfuin?" No other place to stick him, sorry. He could have been the jester but there's nothing at hand for a jester suit; also, he couldn't dance for the life of him. So, you're the two-headed, six-legged freak," said Ned."I get better ideas when nature calls," said Parcifal. M. Philip returned home after seeing Mary bedded down for the night and looking in on their baby daughter before he came back home, showered and then went to bed by himself.Philip half thought if he'd call up Summer or Celia that even in the middle of the night he could get one of them to rendezvous with him for a middle of the night fuck session. He should have thought about how horny he'd been while Mary was away from their marital bed giving birth. Damn, Philip thought, why didn't I think of. I'm not even sure what's out. It's just that with you kids being older and able to be by yourselves without us worrying about you, we've decided that we want to take advantage of it and spend some more quality time doing something besides watching TV and doing housework. So get used to it. We'll most likely just pick something out of the paper in the morning. You two are welcome to come as long as you see something that is playing in a different theatre at about the same time." That might be. We are both surprised and maybe shocked by the situation. Me sweaty and just in tight briefs. Him shirtless, beautyful black teen body, just toned right with young muscles. We both don't know how to react, so instinct takes over. Like we do when we see each other on the street: We wave and smile. Still frozen on the spot, he looks me over. Does he like what he sees? I sure do. Never saw him shirtless before. Also his tight sport shorts realy leave not much to the imagination. Already a realy.