I’ll be leaving now.’ Man: ‘Good night. Sorry again.’ Amanda stood up, and even though she had no idea about which direction to walk in, pick...ed one. There was a 50/50 chance that she’d be walking in the right direction. Deciding to increase her odds of finding her things sooner, she figured to ask her ‘spectator’: Amanda: ‘Did you happen to see a towel with a blue swimsuit, and a bag near it?’ Amanda was a bit surprised when she noticed that he had maintained eye contact with her the whole. I sat down in front of the television and several minutes later my little girl, Sara, came down the stairs followed by her friend Rose. Sara and Rose have been friends since kindergarten. Now that they’re in high school, their friendship has never been closer. There’s always been a special place in my heart for Rose, and now that she’s a young lady, she’s never looked more attractive. Rose’s wavy brown hair fell upon her shoulders. Her 5’6”, 125 pound frame was clothed in a form fitting white. He now catches me off guard and charges into me and tackles me back into her dresser. Landing a few punches into my stomach. I grab his shirt and drive my knee into his mid drift. He stumbles backwards. I don’t waste a moment this time. I quickly follow up with a right hook to his jaw, bringing him down to a knee. I then connect with my left hand somewhere on his cheek and he falls back into Stacey’s table. Knocking its contents all over the floor. However, he does manage to grab something. Now that he bottoms too, our options are seemingly endless: his ass or mine, my mouth or his, his hands, my hands…We suck and fuck, him and then me. We flip coins for it – tails, and you’re going down. We wrestle for it too; it’s lighthearted, but there’s no denying the near-nuclear level of testosterone it ignites. Usually, though, it tends to be that whoever has the time and place to prep, takes it up the ass. On balance, that’s me more often than it’s him, though every now and then, when I.