Almost straight away I recognized that the film was of our street but maybe 18 months to 2 years ago. Some of the houses had been painted and some of ...the gardens changed. The title on the screen said "Home Alone" and it looked slightly more professional than Dad usually filmed. A van drove into our drive with a sign for a plumber on it. Then a young guy, maybe mid twenties, gets out of the van wearing T-shirt and shorts, checks a list, picks up his tool box and heads for our front door. I. He wasn't going to last long. He leaned back in his chair and fucked up into me. I grabbed his ass and pulled him in. I looked up at him and we made eye contact. Just then he started to shudder and then he aggressivl3y pulled my head down on to him. I felt his cock start to surge and then his massive t3enage load poured into my mouth. I was gagging and trying to swallow as he kept fucking my face. He got kind of loud, moaning and saying my name. I let his cock pop out and it wiped across. "Paul Flynn... how are you?" Cassie asked the blood still rushing to her cheeks turning her normally porcelain pale face, many shades of red."I'm good. Fuck... I mean damn... you look great Cass," Paul shouted over the throbbing beat of the DJs latest selection, Nasty Girl."How appropriate", Cassie thought to herself and started smiling a wicked grin."Thanks..."she shouted back over the bar. "How much do I owe you?" she asked her heart racing at the prospect of seeing her high school crush and. ”“That’s fine. I can even help you put it in!” I teased.She laughed, “Who?”“Jackie taught me how to do it,” I grinned.Jessica smiled and shook her head.August 21, 1988, Brooklyn, Michigan“Hi Bill,” I said as Kara, Dave, Julia, Terry, Penny and I walked into his garage.“You brought some new friends! Where’s Jessica?”“We still haven’t turned her into a race fan,” I said. “We’re working on it. At least she stays in the same room now when we watch on ESPN!”“It’s a start,” he said with a grin. “Who.