Shit. It was the weekend. I'd been volunteered to go to Angela's house to help her dad out with a project for her mom. Shit again. Seth was going to b...e there. I was supposed to figure out how to get out of this. Unfortunately, I'd been too fucking sidetracked with Aaron lately, and I'd completely forgotten. I looked at Eddie, wanting to speak up, wanting to say I didn't want to go. Unfortunately, he was smiling at me. He knew Angela's dad. This sucked. I looked at Luke. Maybe I could still get. I heard him sigh quietly at my touch, then encouraging me saying "feel lovely, don't they Alex?" I nodded silently as my fingers stroked over the soft material, also noticing that the bulge was increasing in size and firmness. "Mmmmm…" was all I heard from him as my fingers continued to stroke, roaming further, up & down the firm ridge as my thumb and forefinger traced either side of his cock.Very soon I noticed that his length had exceeded the waistband of his panties and his shiny engorged. I didn’t bother to look around, not that I’d have the opportunity because as soon as the car stopped, his hand was back on the back of my head. Now he grabbed a handful of my thick red hair and started to guide my head up and down on him to set his pace. I went back to playing with his balls with my free hand. Again his breathing was getting faster. He was moaning a lot which I also love because it gives me feedback to know I’m doing things right. I could feel his cock swelling even more in my. Mom was holding her and rocking her back and forth. I was so glad we brought Wendy with us.The filling of Christmas stockings is mystic. I’ve never figured out how it works, even after I started putting things in my parents’ stockings. We never seem to run into each other. Yet, during the night, the stockings get fuller and fuller. There are always the normal things—an orange, nuts, a chocolate bar, and pack of gum. Then there are the comic gifts like an egg of Silly Putty or an interlinking.