It was obvious that the attic was going to be a major contributor to what Mike called the "Biannual Spearfish Lake Free Garage Sale." Usually, garbage... pickup in Spearfish Lake was limited to bags, but if you were going to throw out brush, or furniture, or old tires, or just a lot of stuff, twice each year the landfill contractor put on extra crews, and the curbs around the town grew high with stuff that had to be saved until the semiannual cleanup.Of course, one man's trash is another man's. Before I could register what was happening he had me against a wall, my arms pinned to my side and his face only a breath away from mine. He looked deeply into my eyes, and saw the steely determination. I leaned in and closed the distance between our lips. He, in turn, pressed his body to mine as I ground my hips to his. His hand reached down up my short dress and found that I had soaked through the black lace I was wearing underneath. I groaned into his mouth as his fingers found my swollen. . your lips. Then I move on to your neck, nibbling at your skin. Simple, sensual kisses. I slowly lift my hand to your waist and caress your body lightly. Myhand moves under your slip and in small strokes I search out your breasts. Gently I touch your nipples, just enough to send an electric wave through your body. We start kissing more passionately, your tongue seeking out mine, your whole body alert and sensitised. Your heart is beating like a dream, your breathing rapid and light. . I just think he’s cute, that’s all.”“Well, you’ve got sick taste in guys.”“Well they can’t all be as cute and awesome as you bro.”“Damn straight! Bet they all got small dicks too.”“Oh please, Mr. 8 inches”“10 INCHES SON! 10 INCHES.”He pulled his shorts down to prove his length. Tommy was never shy about showing me his cock before but considering the sharp detour our relationship had taken, I would’ve thought he’d be a bit more reserved with his actions, but I guess not. I was happy he felt.