Our weekend together with Rachel had changed our relationship forever. After looking at his photos of that weekend a couple times, we drifted apart. I... saw him shopping at the supermarket where I worked every once in awhile, but small talk is all we had left to offer each other. As for Rachel, I never saw her again. Somehow, I kind of knew I wouldn’t. Our weekend together was the chance of a lifetime, like winning a big lottery, only priceless. But I couldn’t really expect that we would live. It was nine-fifteen at night. It was way too late for me to be out Trick or Treating. I was too old for it, in the first place, but then, I was just out having fun. A little thought led me to realize it was a little late for what ifs and shouldn’t haves.The footsteps were falling softly on the tile floor. They were back in the kitchen. They draped a soft dishtowel over my head. It felt like one of the thin cotton cloths. A flour sack towel or a diaper cloth dishtowel, maybe. Oh, Jesus. I’m. He shook him firmly but got no response. "Yep",he thought, "he's completely out."Steve made his way back upstairs, careful to shut the door at the bottom of the stairs. He was unsure of what he was going to do, but he did know that if he had any ideas of progressing further, he didn't want to be surprised by his dad. He walked back to his room. Steve slid his hand into his shorts and stroked his cock. He could feel his cock getting thicker and hardening. He reached over and took a short drink. Christy was pretty drunk as well but me being the designated driver I was not . After a few flirting text I was able to talk her into sending me a few naked pictures. The next day she text and said that she was so sorry for sending me the pics she wouldn't have done it if she wasn't drunk. I told her that it was all good that I liked what I seen. She made me promise to delete them. So I did after I emailed them to myself. The next Friday when I got home my wife told me to go pick up my.