Julie had gone through her clothes and realized that she really didn’t have any thin bras or panties. She looked through every drawer for something ...cool to wear, but nothing surfaced. Julie turned her lights off and snuck up to the open window and strained her yes to see if anyone one or anything was lurking outside. The breeze felt great and she stood there for a few moments cooling off. Then she quietly tiptoed to her open bedroom door and peeked down the hallway towards her dad’s and. With my arm around her waist, I walked right past the guy who had approached me earlier. He sneered at me but I just kept walking. When we got outside, I was ready to head to my car when suddenly she stopped me. "Sweetie, you like you've had a little too much to drink," she said. "My son was killed by a drunk driver, so I think I better just drive you to my place." Suddenly, I felt like I was being scolded by my mother. But it felt sexy! We got to her place shortly after. She was well-off. He went about 2 1/2" hard, I was about 4 1/2", and we both had lean boners. We were both pre-pubescent but he showed me that it can feel good and be fun. My neighbor and I got involved a couple of years later, he was very handsome, with nice skin color and great proportions. He was smaller, being two years younger, but developing nicely, and we would blow each other and finish off with a hand job. I liked feeling him throb in my hand when he shot his cream all over his stomach. One other. ”“Tracy. What’s your name?”“Don.”“And how old are you, Don?”“I’m 18.”“Well Don who’s 18, it seems we have quite a dilemma, doesn’t it?“What’s a dilemma?”“A problem.”I didn’t know what to say.“You have no place to go and I can’t let a young man sleep in the park. I can’t let you sleep here either. I don’t know you. I feel for you, though. You’ve been through quite a horrible ordeal. I can’t imagine what it was like.”“It wasn’t fun.”“I’ll bet. I’ll tell you what. There’s a motel a few.