It was a Friday night and that meant college football night. He saw a huge crowd of students running to the football field with painted faces ready to... cheer on their team. That October night was somewhat cool and the moon was bright almost lighting up the entire world.He waited out in the dark fields for the game to be over. He could faintly hear the cheers and screams of the fans. They'd won the game and slowly he saw everyone evacuate the field holding up signs being proud students of the. But, she was here to help here sister overcome this affair. She was shocked to learn I was here at the house for a few more days. I stood, making sure my hard cock was visible in my tight jeans as I walked over to her, she glanced and saw the bulge. I wondered what Rachelle was thinking, did she know it was my cock Laura was servicing on the side? As I approached her to hug her and say hello, I caught her glance as she raised her eyes from my hard cock to my face, she caught me staring at. She is a cute little thing, isn’t she? You should have seen her when she was eighteen. One look, that’s all it took.’ Atwood cleared his throat and returned to his explanation. ‘Anyway, I have three or four boxes of my grandfather’s papers. They are in a jumble. I suppose they didn’t produce as much paper as we do now. In fact I know they didn’t, they just rolled them up or stacked one on top of another. ‘I wonder sometimes, will we ever really get to the point of a paperless society? No,. Since we met in fifth-grade, we've pretty much shared everything, from music to clothes to the occasional 'friend-with-benefits!' In middle school, we had our own secret world of dirty-stories and fantasies we shared with one-another! I guess you could say that we were somewhat late-bloomers physically, but were years ahead in the mental-department!It was highly amusing to be so overly mature compared to everyone else around us. By high school, Becky and I were outclassed by the developing.