I turned around and saw him carrying his 42 inch flat screen TV."Where are you going to put the TV?" I heard his father ask."I don't know, but I don't... want to leave it. Maybe we can move some stuff around in the back seat."I looked in the back seat. "I don't think so, son." Mike looked in the car. "We can put it in the middle of the front seat." Ok, college man," I said. "Then where is your mom going to sit?"I could see on his face he was trying to come up with a solution. "I got an idea," he. But he changed his mind after Abby, still dressed in the hot low-rider jeans and pink halter top, sidled up to the janitor, pleaded with her big green eyes, and offered to let him feel up her titties.Once inside, she got her shower but realized she had no panties. So Abby looked around and noticed there was a pair of "Hello Kitty" white cotton panties in the lost and found. She thought they would make her look like a tween, but she had to have something on under the jeans that were now a little. Still do. And I can't say I mind.From all of which you wouldn't be surprised to know that I have Scottish antecedents. Incidentally, if you're one of those picky people who insist it should be spelled Ewan, please forgive me if I gently ask you to fuck off and mind your own business.My ain folk spell it with two e's, as do many other Scots. It's Gaelic, and comes from E? gann, which, my grandpa told me, was a form of John. Later, I discovered it more probably came from Eugene.And just to show. I yanked off your boxers and found your cock already hard. I looked into your sexy blue eyes and went down on you, kissing and licking all over your shaft, running my tongue over it from the base to the tip. I caressed your balls gently, then licked them too. You moaned softly as I worked the base of your cock with my hands while taking you as far as I could in my throat. As your cock began to twitch in my mouth, I could tell you were starting to get close, but I had other plans for us so I.